Ahhh, back again. I missed this blog. I always think about starting new again, but I like reading through past iterations of myself. I don’t feel the embarrassment I once I did. More than anything, I feel regret for not writing down everything.
I started a new job in April. I received a promotion and still work in analytics but on the research side rather than the administrative. Looking back, I was a horrible executive assistant. I realize now it didn’t mesh with my introverted tendencies. At the end, I was doing 3-5 public meetings a month, and they wore me down so much I needed the next day off to recuperate. A few of them are full day meetings with a lot of public interaction and participation. Leslie put in an incredible recommendation for me to her manager.
My six month review is on September 25th. I think I’m doing well. There’s so much to learn. In some ways, this job is a lot easier than my previous one. Firstly, while all mistakes should be minimized, my manager doesn’t freak out. Honestly, she is one of the best managers I’ve ever had. She used to be a middle school teacher, and on my first day she handed me a syllabus. She didn’t call it that, but it detailed everything she wanted me to learn for my first year. And her eyes light up when I have questions about work. She can definitely go on tangents, but she’s filled with so much knowledge that I think it just naturally pours out of her.
So, in short, I love my job. I have my struggles with it, but I don’t feel the dread I once did. It’s the perfect job for me since there are days I don’t even get an e-mail. But working in data and constantly learning? I can do that.
We put down Ziegler in April. I have never been so crushed by a death in my life. I knew she wasn’t well in the end, but I just… I didn’t want to believe it. When Wes took her to the vet, we assumed it would be to refill a prescription. I love her so much. I have her ashes in my office on the window sill she liked to perch on. I wish we had more time with her. She was such a good cat. I just miss her Marge Simpson meow and pawing my face when she wanted attention. I would give anything to hold her again.
I love our home and the life I’ve built with Wes. Sometimes I’m weighed down by all the things I have to do and feel this sense of urgency. I have to do it all now in order to be fulfilled. But slowly, I have learned patience. I feel more at peace with myself. I struggled a lot in my twenties, to the point that I thought I wouldn’t make it. But I think that was the depression talking. It amazes me how your sense of self is so lost when in the midst of it. For the past few years, Wes has wanted me to read the Stormlight Archives series, and I finally did a few months ago. There’s currently three books in the series, and I devoured them.
The way depression and growth is depicted is so realistic. I immediately connected with Kaladin and his struggles but what really overtook me was Dalinar in book three (Oathbringer). One thing I love about this series is watching each of the main character’s flashbacks. We get to see glimpses from their pasts, and Dalinar’s is probably the most stark. And I finally realized something: in order to grow, I have to own my past. I can’t stifle it down. I can’t pretend it didn’t happen. I can’t rationalize the bad I did (or what happened to me). I must accept and embrace it all, including the pain. And wow, is it difficult. I see now why Wes was so adamant about me reading the series. I find myself gravitating toward it when I feel really down or emotionally vulnerable.
I have to start meal prepping. On the list for cooking:
- scallion pancakes (promised Leslie and Leela some)
- bacon, leek and mushroom risotto (I have some pork ragu in the freezer waiting for it)
- chicken and sausage alfredo with veggies
- shredded chicken (for chimichangas)
- smoked gouda and bacon mac & cheese
- chili
- breakfast burritos (for Tim and Leslie)
- buttermilk fried chicken (making my favorite Left Coast sandwich: fried chicken, sriracha mayo, spicy cole slaw and a brioche bun)