27 December 2005
Holidays/Does life end at 30?
This past month has gone by in quite a blur. If I stopped for one second to update my blog, I woulda been flat on the keyboard, snoring, in seconds.
I successfully completed my first set of meetings for a new program at work. It was a huge relief to be done. My stomach was tied in knots for a week before they began. Seriously, everything was fine on Dec. 21st. The mind/body connection is a very real thing. I'd prefer to be reminded of this in a nicer way next time. I'm just saying...
The Christmas Fishballs turned out fabu! I got a lot of compliments and I'm already thinking of modifications for next year. Those goofy little fish faces gave me so much joy!
Today is the deadline for registering for classes for my English degree...really shouldn't have left it so long but the was short before the holidays. So now I'm trying to register and the only class I can take is 3 hrs/week, 1 1/2 hours on Tuesdays and Fridays, right in the middle of work time. I was hoping to avoid this interruption at work but I dropped the ball. What to do? Mull I guess...I hope I have until midnight to decide!
The amateur writer in me is loving this conflict. What will she decide? What factors will influence her decision? I wish I could skip a few pages ahead and find out what happens.
The devil over my shoulder is saying that I should put school off until next September. I would have nine months to work on my novel, enjoy life and maybe even do Art in the Park in June. But the angel (if you can call a workaholic an angel) insists that I should have this second degree by the time I'm 30. 30 is a big age for me. Does life end at 30? Is that when the babies are supposed to come? Does life end at babies?
On that note...I'm off to pace and tackle a mountain of dishes. Maybe that'll get my brain going.
Happy holidays,
Erika.
I successfully completed my first set of meetings for a new program at work. It was a huge relief to be done. My stomach was tied in knots for a week before they began. Seriously, everything was fine on Dec. 21st. The mind/body connection is a very real thing. I'd prefer to be reminded of this in a nicer way next time. I'm just saying...
The Christmas Fishballs turned out fabu! I got a lot of compliments and I'm already thinking of modifications for next year. Those goofy little fish faces gave me so much joy!
Today is the deadline for registering for classes for my English degree...really shouldn't have left it so long but the was short before the holidays. So now I'm trying to register and the only class I can take is 3 hrs/week, 1 1/2 hours on Tuesdays and Fridays, right in the middle of work time. I was hoping to avoid this interruption at work but I dropped the ball. What to do? Mull I guess...I hope I have until midnight to decide!
The amateur writer in me is loving this conflict. What will she decide? What factors will influence her decision? I wish I could skip a few pages ahead and find out what happens.
The devil over my shoulder is saying that I should put school off until next September. I would have nine months to work on my novel, enjoy life and maybe even do Art in the Park in June. But the angel (if you can call a workaholic an angel) insists that I should have this second degree by the time I'm 30. 30 is a big age for me. Does life end at 30? Is that when the babies are supposed to come? Does life end at babies?
On that note...I'm off to pace and tackle a mountain of dishes. Maybe that'll get my brain going.
Happy holidays,
Erika.
