A New Job
So I’ve been working at my new job for a few weeks now, and it’s changed everything, mostly in ways I anticipated: I am sleeping less; I am also snacking less; my house is not as clean as it once was. I have experienced some heightened anxiety, but it was mostly in the lead up to the job beginning, and once the job started, that calmed down again. And in the column of unanticipated things, I had an acne breakout across my chin. But perhaps I should have seen that coming.
I also discovered that for all of my excellent planning, I dropped the ball in a few places. I bought a bunch of lovely outfits for every type of weather but hot weather, and now we’re having very hot days and I’m winging it with random things in my closet that don’t entirely match or fit properly. I tried on a dozen summer dresses the other day to try to fill the gap between now and the end of the school year, and none of them fit. The biggest problem was that a bunch of them had very low backs where my whole bra would be out. Is that the style right now?
Sadly, I haven’t written anything at all, and even sitting down to write this now is making me feel tired. (A week or so later and I’m trying again.) Thank goodness I saw this coming more than any other possible outcome of taking on a job, and I set the outlandish goal of writing a whole book in about two months. But I did it. I finished the draft of the book that I was working on—the one that began with the idea I had in Helsinki.