I posted that selfie of me in my big winter coat on Sunday and some porn site started following me that night.
Work is insane right now: Today, I finally submitted a long-planned presentation which has been a challenge because of how difficult it’s been to find positive stories for our sales team.
Once that was done, we had a department meeting, then I was given 3 more projects. I’m yawning just typing this!
Grateful to be learning: Though it’s busy, I can tell my boss is really trying to support me and brainstorm/strategize together, as opposed to his usual vagueness or tendency to ignore me for many days, only to eventually assert, “I need you to just figure it out.” with a dismissive hand at 5pm.
The catch is: I had to move my 2nd writing session of the year to a later date. The deadlines motivate me to get some creative writing done in my spare time, but because I’ve been so stressed and worn out by work, I’ve only written about 5 pages of a first draft (I am meant to send at least 20!). I made some great strides with my first set in January and now, I’m not gonna lie, I’m worried about letting my teacher down if this isn’t as compelling and well-structured.
The good news is: I’ve read 2 memoirs already this year, which is more reading than I did last year total, lol. And with each paragraph, page and chapter, I’m learning so much about technique, style and voice. Like full on scrambling out of bed for a notebook and pen to write down ideas for stories. Nerd alert. Said memoirs are:
The Liar’s Club by Mary Karr: dramatic, powerful, a little indulgent and long.
Men We Reaped by Jessmyn Ward: vulnerable, detailed, youthful, but wise.
I’m happier these days: since what happened with that truck and all last week, I’ve been trying to breathe, take my time, whine less, complain less, and see the silver lining in almost everything. It also helped me recognize that I have a wonderful group of friends, family & coworkers (& tumblrs!) that care about my well being and safety. Oh perspective, you old so and so…
TGIF, and goodnight!
On my way to work today, I got hit by a truck turning left onto Amsterdam from my street. Luckily he was going slowly and he stopped as soon as he saw me, or maybe when the sun got out of his eyes once he turned. I don’t know what, but I’m grateful he wasn’t going fast and I only got bumped on my arm. It took him awhile but he finally came out and apologized and asked if I was okay. In shock, I kept walking, my mouth hanging open.
I continued to cross the street then stopped and turned right around again to come back home. I got scared thinking of what could’ve happened and how maybe no one would’ve known. I called my boss and texted two of my best friends and made an appointment to see the physician’s assistant at my doctor’s office. I might have whiplash and she said I’ll be sore tomorrow. Taking painkillers for the next few days will help.
When I finally told my Mom she understandably got angry that I didn’t call sooner and eventually burst into tears. I got upset at her for making me think of the awful possibilities and for asking me if I got the driver’s information and telling me what I should have done. But she’s right, and I admitted I got scared and needed some quiet and didn’t want to stay standing in the middle of the street. She got philosophical on me talking about the realities of our lives and what is important.
It’s feeling more sore now: my neck and my right arm, but I’m okay. Thank goodness for that.