Working on getting my shit together. Feeling incredibly slothful. I’ve pretty much reached the breaking point with the traveling stuff – I haven’t done a bit of cardio work at all this week, and only a couple days of weights. It’s tragic. And I can feel it.
The writing’s gone by the wayside, and about all I’ve been able to manage the last couple of days is sleeping and take-out food. This is not, obviously, a sustainable existence. I mean, it’s one of those “hey, I’m breathing,” lives, but there’s not a whole lot of fulfillment to it. I recognize that I’m atrophying.
Against all better logic, I’ve also started seeing somebody, after a long, long dry spell of pushing people away; but shit, hey, I’m gonna give it a shot. How I’m gonna work that and get my life back together after all this traveling, I don’t know, but it’s worth it for me.
This should be my last week traveling into New York – I told them I was done with it after this week. After this, I shouldn’t have more than a few days a month in some strange place (knock on wood) so I can train any admins they bring on.
After this week, I’ll be back in Chicago, back to going to my MA classes regularly, back to eating like a reasonable person, and back to blogging regularly.
That’s the plan as of now. We’ll see how it goes.