I did a good thing, so I’m just going to take a minute to pat myself on the back.
I had my first of three job interviews this morning (this one in Oceanside). I didn’t get notice until yesterday evening, so I had less time to work myself into a tizzy. Never fear, my body is very efficient at tizzy-working and I was running at full by the time the interview rolled around today.
(It went fine. I don’t think they saw me sweating. I probably talked too much. Whatever. As good as can be expected.)
So, post tizzy-inducing-interview, I drove home and promptly hid myself away to cat-nap. I didn’t sleep well last night (the majority of my night was spent dreaming about chasing an unobtainable Disneyland parade) and worry makes me shut down. Sometimes I can power through it, but that involves caffeine and sugar, and sometimes makes me grumpy. Trust me, taking a re-set nap is better for everyone involved.
Anyway, getting to the good thing I did: I went to the gym. I have a writers group to get to at seven tonight and normally I’d think, oh, I certainly can’t fit the gym in the middle because I will sweat and have to re-shower and it’s all this work and blahblahblah. And then I thought, Katie, that’s ridiculous because you have loads of time and these are stupid excuses (thank you, Gretchen Rubin!). So, I want to talk about the gym because that’s one of the habits I want to hold onto even when I start teaching again.