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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