Good things are happening. People who deserve chances are getting them. More than one friend is getting a internship/job they are so right for/degree/bloke/girl/selection in a student conference/a chance to go for an all expenses 1 week trip to Sydney (the last two are my sweeet lil sister) that they so deserve. I am also grateful that my grandfather finally passed away. He was on and off life support for almost 5 months.
As for me, several people who I had written off from my lives for fear of one sidedness are returning with a happy but confusing intensity - especially those born under water signs.
As for me, I join a new workplace this Friday (or next Monday). After a month and a half of:
- learning Reiki,
- finally lining my drawers with fresh paper and spring cleaning the closet
- re arranging my room after what seemed like a year,
- spending hours on a Rubik's cube (still haven't cracked it),
- watching an entire season of (a) Angel (b) How I met your Mother (c) Rita Rocks in a day each
- developing a business website for one friend,
- developing a personal website for another friend
- developing an advertising campaign including images and banners and online presence samples and a website as part of one friend's college assignment for his post grad degree in Marketing - so much fun, his sample client was BMW! We did a whole The 7 Ultimate Driving Sins for the Ultimate Driving Machine theme,
- pseudo fake dates (both of us knew nothing could ever actually happen - it was very random, but as a result, I did get to watch some movies I ordinarily wouldn't have gone for and have a lovely debate on pro-life and pro-euthanasia, so it was worth it)
- learning DreamWeaver and PhotoShop and the awesomess of Macs (my new year gift to myself in 2010, if I can stay off the daily $3 I waste on coffee everyday and make dinner at home every night)
- read all the piled up Time and PC Authority issues on my bedside table
- actually enjoying cooking without thinking how much time the stupid onions are taking to be "translucently golden brown",
- getting a photograph with Xena at a costume party
- learning how to write a contract by Australian Law
- thinking of 3 separate novel ideas which someday I shall try
- going to watch bands I've never met, then pubhopping and spending till dawn with them (I felt like a groupie for a night - NOT in that way!)
- picking out the guitar I will buy in July (Ashton classical nylon string, in a dark brown and a hard case so I can do the junk sticker thing without ruining the actual guitar)
- talking to my favouritest Aunt for hours after months!,
- undergoing a strange personal grooming ritual that I'd rather not talk about
- finally finishing that crappy SCJP book (I still don't have the guts to take the exam)
The only stress was deciding what I was going to do next, and I was alternating between an MBA and this job when I realised I really wasn't ready to go back to school - at least not to business school. Right now I want to work. I want to push myself, see what I'm capable of. Maybe in another 5 years I'll go back to school. Maybe not at all. Maybe to journalism school instead. I don't know. And for once, I'm fine with not having the answers.
So after 45 days of waking up at noon, lolling around the house in PJs and reading books by the heater, I finally am going to don a business suit again as of Friday (or Monday). Then its going to be 14 hour workdays, no time for self apart from evening runs when I can pack them in, Saturday mornings spent in front of a gorgeous iMac *sigh* in a class full of graphic designers who can give me an inferiority complex with their color schemes alone, Saturday evenings being my (hopefully) sole social saviour, Sunday mornings maybe sleeping in, remnant of weekend spent catching up on housework, returning calls untakeable during the week, loads of calls to India, paying bills, bankwork and grocery shopping.
And you know what? I can't wait to get back to the grind so I can bitch about it. :)
I have a feeling the delivery guy fell over his moped while delivering this. Or he was really really hungry.