14 Jul

Lifting Heavy Things

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.

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08 Jul

Declaring Independence

On the Fourth of July I had two very important tasks ahead of me:

1.  Go to Highland Park.  Eat junk food.  Play board games.  Watch fireworks.

2.  Finish A House in the Sky, by Amanda Lindhout.

I tackled #2 before leaving the house, because I knew full well after a night full of games and fireworks, plus a treacherous drive home where the entire freeway slams on their breaks when they see a lone, illegal firework rocket from nearby tract housing, I would not be reading anything when I returned safely to my bed.

The book is this: a well-traveled, smart, careful Canadian woman becomes a photo-journalist, travels to Somalia and is kidnapped and held for ransom.  I’m going to tell you that she gets out because you probably already figured that, seeing as this is her memoir, and also the story is not whether or not she’s free, but about the days spent in captivity.  It’s about not losing her spirit as her life gets bleaker and about making me realize, as the reader, that we can withstand a lot more than we think we can.

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