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My days are getting away from me...
Once again, I have found myself in that weird place I swore I'd leave behind, in which I have no time for anything anymore. No time and no energy.
Because of my job, I've had to cut back my social stuff almost 90%. Other commitments I thought would be over by now are stretching out, and might still be here by summertime, by the looks of it. As much as I enjoy these things, I can't help but just feel tired thinking about it. My weekends go by in a blur of engagements and obligations (ones I enjoy, but obligations nonetheless), and when Monday comes I'm still exhausted and have ten thousand things left to do.
The apartment is still clean, but I need to give it some serious attention in some areas. Starting Monday I'll be going to the YMCA three times a week, and once more for yoga, which means my mornings will be halved in terms of time, and that'll leave me with *one* free morning a week in which to do all the Other Stuff that needs to be done during the week (because I usually don't have time on the weekends).
Also, I'm tired. I go to bed and I'm tired. I wake up and I'm still tired Part of this is the usual starting-a-new-job tiredness that usually stays with me for three or four months until I settle down properly into the routine. Except that there's more to it. I haven't actually felt properly rested since August of 2006. There was that bout of Mystery Tired™, which started at the beginning of August. Then I started work at Dial-A-Husband, and while I had plenty of nervous energy because of New Job Stress™, I was constantly exhausted (and I do mean exhausted: I could barely muster the energy to make myself food and go to bed on most days). Of course, I was working 50 to 60-hour weeks, so I attributed it to that. Then November was NaNoWriMo, which means being tired is par for the course, and then in December I started a new job (again), and my entire schedule shifted *twice*.
So I don't know if the fact that I constantly feel drained now is just residual stuff from having two new jobs in a short period of time, or if there's something more going on that I've simply ignored since August, or what.
There are also other things I want to do, but I don't know when I'll ever be able to conjure the time to do them.
Anyway, I don't know what to do about any of this. I'm just whining, I guess. Don't mind me.
Because of my job, I've had to cut back my social stuff almost 90%. Other commitments I thought would be over by now are stretching out, and might still be here by summertime, by the looks of it. As much as I enjoy these things, I can't help but just feel tired thinking about it. My weekends go by in a blur of engagements and obligations (ones I enjoy, but obligations nonetheless), and when Monday comes I'm still exhausted and have ten thousand things left to do.
The apartment is still clean, but I need to give it some serious attention in some areas. Starting Monday I'll be going to the YMCA three times a week, and once more for yoga, which means my mornings will be halved in terms of time, and that'll leave me with *one* free morning a week in which to do all the Other Stuff that needs to be done during the week (because I usually don't have time on the weekends).
Also, I'm tired. I go to bed and I'm tired. I wake up and I'm still tired Part of this is the usual starting-a-new-job tiredness that usually stays with me for three or four months until I settle down properly into the routine. Except that there's more to it. I haven't actually felt properly rested since August of 2006. There was that bout of Mystery Tired™, which started at the beginning of August. Then I started work at Dial-A-Husband, and while I had plenty of nervous energy because of New Job Stress™, I was constantly exhausted (and I do mean exhausted: I could barely muster the energy to make myself food and go to bed on most days). Of course, I was working 50 to 60-hour weeks, so I attributed it to that. Then November was NaNoWriMo, which means being tired is par for the course, and then in December I started a new job (again), and my entire schedule shifted *twice*.
So I don't know if the fact that I constantly feel drained now is just residual stuff from having two new jobs in a short period of time, or if there's something more going on that I've simply ignored since August, or what.
There are also other things I want to do, but I don't know when I'll ever be able to conjure the time to do them.
Anyway, I don't know what to do about any of this. I'm just whining, I guess. Don't mind me.
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The only disadvantage of the shift means that my evenings are always shot in terms of anything other than work.
I honestly don't know if I *want* a different shift right now. What's killing me is the fact that I have no real down time, especially on weekends. So I think I shall have to regroup and re-evaluate what I want to do about that.