I think I am finally caught up with my blog reading. I may not have commented on too many but now I’m back in the swing of reading blogs, which means my commmenting should commence accordingly. After that, it’s just a hop, skip and the proverbial jump to posting every other day, like I always say I’m going to but never, ever do. Back on track, I think.
I think I’ve been suffering from a small-dose of seasonal sadness, or something like it. I rarely feel truly down but this month has felt difficult for no discernable reason. I’ve found myself snapping at S. without provocation and growing frustrated with friends and family, very unlike me. Also, I don’t do well with change and S. and I are in a very dynamic part of our lives, currently ,and I detest having so much pressure on myself (all of which is entirely my own doing). I keep hoping eventually I’ll LEARN MY LESSON and respect my very recognizable limits, both emotionally and physically. So far, no luck.
But today I awoke after a wonderful night’s sleep feeling happy, and that feeling remained with me through my commute and it’s here even as I type this so I think the combination of resuming my running despite the cold, visiting my best friend for the weekend and finally striking some small rhythm is helping, although certainly the visit with M. outranks both the gym and the rhythm in terms of recuperative effect. M. has been my best friend for 18 years and it is so wonderful to spend time with her, someone who knows what I’m thinking as I think it, who has seen me through boyfriends and fights with S. and career changes and health scares and broken bones and triumph and despair…I can’t imagine the kind of person I’d be if she weren’t a part of my life.
At any rate. Here’s a quick run down of where I am :
Running: Resume after much too long a hiatus from upper-respiratory infection, holidays and ridiculous cold weather. Status? Three weeks back, and runs feel good but right foot feels a little odd.
Reading: Still reading Anna Karenina and fully enjoying it. This is the longest classic I’ll read this year so I’m taking my time with it. I’m also reading Berube’s What’s Liberal about the Liberal Arts and I have just so much to say about this book – it’s oddly addicting, as well. I found myself not wanting to put it down last night – while I often don’t agree with Berube, arguing silently back with him is more rewarding than talking with most of my coworkers. Also, I’ve read Dirty Blonde by Lisa Scottolini, a fun mystery although I prefer her older works, and The Probable Future, which was beautifully written but a little unwiedly, plot-wise. My mom really wanted me to read it because my brother and dad ignore her book suggestions. So I did, and I enjoyed it, but that’s about all I really have to say. It’s much better than Practical Magic, which I didn’t appreciate at all.
Oscar Movie Countdown: So far, I’m rooting for Forest Whitaker for best actor and Helen Mirren for best actress. I don’t know yet what I want to win Best Picture because I haven’t seen many of the films yet, but I’m appalled The Queen was nominated while The Last King of was not – TLKOS is the most riveting movie I’ve seen in a long time – the performances so effective, the visuals stunning, the whole thing so utterly intriguing and convincing and horrifying and, well, incredible that I can’t believe it didn’t earn a best picture nomination. I have a lot of films to see before Oscar night arrives.
Writing: My freelance projects drag on, not because of me but because of Old Job. In February I return full force to my own writing and will fit freelance projects in where possible, but every time I try and get approval for something from old job I am reminded how grateful I am to have New Job. I promised myself one month of my best effort on these projects and after that I would put time in where available, and quite frankly my old bosses will never notice the difference anyway, so I think it’s high time I returned to my own work, where at least the effort I put forth is appreciated. By me, but still.
Knitting, cooking interesting things, obtaining a mortgage and buying a home so as not to throw away any more money down the toilet, organizing the closet, sending off innovative care packages to relatives still in school, explore future as impressionist painter and progress towards freelance career: nada. And so I comfort myself with lines from one of my favorite poems: