I am sitting here absolutely blasted from the last few weeks. Too much work, a whole lot of social activity, plus that day job. I can’t even imagine what it’s like for actual tax preparers. Or maybe they take six months off or whatever, and that makes it worth it somehow? Anyway, ugh. Capitalism is the worst.
I’ve been back in my own place in Portland for two months now, and in most ways it feels like I never left. Same bus, same walk home, same favorite restaurants, same favorite people, same Powell’s. Plus new people and new foods and a better apartment and new ideas.
I’m working on a new project I’m not ready to share yet, but I’m excited to do it (which means it’s the right thing!) and cranky I’ve been too busy to do much in the last week or two. Though I managed to acquire a domain for the website and write a mission statement and brainstorm some delivery channels, so I guess I did get some shit done? I’m hoping to make some progress this weekend but I am TIRED. And I have some basic housekeeping to do – I have enough sugar for exactly one more cup of tea, I’m pretty sure all the forks are dirty, and the recycling is overflowing its container. Right now, I’m enjoying my second cup of tea and reading Blackfish City by Sam J. Miller (which is great so far).
I hope all of you are finding time to rest and be inspired this fine February morning.