I have 29 days of making-garbage-sexy work left.
I almost can’t even believe that I’m in the home stretch. I have learned so much about working in a corporate environment for the last year and a half — and the pros (Benefits! Budgets! Direction! Opportunities to step outside of my comfort zone! A lovely work wardrobe! Free coffee!) and cons (Red tape! Viral Bad PR! “Why is social media important?”uphill battle conversations!) of this, and of course I have learned a lot about being a better recycler and composter. But things are winding down now and work is mostly quiet. My company is moving to Houston, and while I could really got on board with cowboy boots and the weather in Texas and, you know, being closer to my Spurs, a lack of communications team at the new company means a lack of communications job for me. But losing your job because there’s just plumb no job for you is a lot easier to swallow than losing it for something you did wrong, or didn’t do right. (Also, there’s a severance package involved yay pro to corporate job!)
I now, though, have to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Nay, GET to figure it out. It’s kind of a blessing, isn’t it? Get. Definitely get. I’m finding myself with more time to do things I couldn’t before — I’m running three times a week, I’m changing the sheets less embarrassingly infrequently as I was before (shhhh!), I’m making “rice” out of cauliflower.
I’m looking forward to a quiet(er) summer where for the first time in my adult life I have the opportunity to slow down a teeny bit. I mean, let’s be honest, with a busy and growing photography business, and three busy and and growing children, slowing down is not actually in my lexicon, but I want to try to get some real Vitamin D {if we ever get any sunshine in Toronto, sigh} and breathe—exhale in and out, slowly.
I’m going to write more (Oy this poor, poor neglected space). I’m going to see friends more.
I’m going to diet less. Since September I have been trying to lose a very pesky 10 pounds. After trying nearly everything — upping my movement, decreasing my calories, cutting carbs, cutting sugar, cutting fat, cutting joy, and losing exactly 1 pound, I decided that my lovely, lovely friend Louise was right in her original trying-to-be-helpful-but-I-ignored-it-at-the-time advice: Maybe these ten pounds were just meant to be FOUND. So now I make rice out of cauliflower so I can eat homemade banana bread. So now I run three times a week so….cinnamon buns. Balance!
And I’m going to stop making garbage sexy in 29 more days. But I’m still going to recycle like a boss.
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