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Walking out of dance class last night, I had an epiphany about many of the activities and groups I've enjoyed over the years. I like things best when I know what to expect going in. Things like Girl Scouts, speech and music competitions, church group, Mock Trial, gaming, classes, haflas, and others all have an agenda. They follow patterns. Sure, there's variation and different kinds of stress, but for the most part if you go through it once, the future instances of that activity will have the same general pattern.

This is important to me. I need routine and structure. I can manage my time at work - actually I hate being in meetings all day long - but I have my worklists and things that have to get done and I can rely on that. It's when all hell breaks loose and everything goes up in the air that I can't handle it well. This is doubled or tripled if things are going haywire while on site. I have to squelch the panic at the time and save it up for when I'm alone.

It's only in the last couple years that I've begun to understand that I've been dealing with varieties of anxiety disorders for a long, long time. This goes back a long ways. I'm not very good at "hanging out". I get nervous and anxious if people just want to sit around and see what comes up. I'd rather run and hide and read a book. If it's something like "We're going to go to this hafla and then go get pancakes after", I can prepare and I know what to expect. There might be issues, but I can generally handle them.

I don't always flee from new scenarios. It just takes a lot of mental preparation and fear to get to the point that I can pretend like I'm having a good time. And then I flee as soon as possible. After that first encounter, though, I can generally go back a second time easier.

Why is this important? I'm not sure. It's just what I'm thinking about...instead of doing work. It's rattling and being pesty in my head.

And now, I wander over to the cafeteria and hunt and gather a grilled cheese sandwich with tomato soup. It's one of those days.
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I am a person who loves sequins, rhinestones, and glitter.
I am a person who believes in the Oxford comma.
I am a person who loves books, weird music, and looking at sunny days but not actually being out in the sun because sunburns are terrible, yo.
I am a person who learns quickly, unless it's something about how my head, heart, or body works. Then all bets are off.
I am a determined person. I am a generous person. I am a creative person.
I am a person who loves her kids, even when they're being pills.
I am a person who enjoys wine, hard cider, or beer. There is no correlation between this and the previous statement.
I am a person who is darn good at her job.
I am a person who is likeable.
I am a person who is trying to be a better person. I don't always succeed, but I keep trying.
I am a person with anxiety, with depression, with several extra pounds around my middle, with not enough savings in the bank, with a serious audiobook addiction, and with far, far too many books in the To Be Read pile.
I am a person who is trying desperately to counter the jerkbrain as soon as it comes up with reasons that I am not these things.
I am a person in PJs with meds taken, lavender oil applied, and water boiling for tea. I am a person who will have a bowl of ice cream, thank you very much, and then try to go to bed early and listen to the Slow German podcast as I fall asleep.  
I am a person who is fed up with this headache and fed up with friends' pets being sick (why can't animals stay healthy forever?!).
I am a person who has friends.

...I like this a lot better than saying "I am not ____". Inclusive feels pretty good tonight. Ice cream sounds pretty good, too.

Be gentle with yourself, internet. You're doing the best you can.

hm

Apr. 2nd, 2014 10:01 am
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The only astrology site that I like anymore is Free Will Astrology. The predictions are lyrical and not the usual. Mostly they're things to just think about and maybe add to my "Personal Improvement" list.

Today's had something interesting at the bottom:
"If you need to visualize the soul," wrote Tom Robbins, "think of it as a cross between a wolf howl, a photon, and a dribble of dark molasses. But what it really is, as near as I can tell, is a packet of information. It's a program, a piece of hyperspatial software designed explicitly to interface with the Mystery. Not a mystery, mind you, the Mystery. The one that can never be solved."

This...is interesting. I kind of dig the visualization of my soul as a piece of software that interfaces me to the universe. It's a little more woo than I can usually handle, but I like this better than the Catholic visualizations of my past. I also like it better than Dante's visualization. Just something nifty to consider today.

If it stays nice, I will go outside and call my grandma to wish her a happy birthday. I will also walk a bit to reconnect with nature. I'll watch the little birds and consider the ancient artist on Thera who watched the swallows swoop and dive in the spring. I'll consider whether maybe swallows on the front of my shoulder would be nice, another oblique reference to something important to me, but that the nuances of will be difficult for anyone else to understand.

http://www.freewillastrology.com/horoscopes/scorpio.html
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/80/Akrotiri_spring_02.jpg

sabine: (Jen)
So, um, yeah. Things are not what we would call "good" in the mental and emotional landscape of the Sabine. It's been pretty dismal for the last month and doesn't really look like it'll get better until, conservatively, March. I'm trying, I really am, but I'm operating on the reserves that I was able to squirrel away over the very busy summer.

Work is, of course, my biggest stressor. Downwood's concerned that it's siphoning off pieces of my soul. I'm not entirely sure that he's wrong. I try to leave work stress at work, but little bits of it stick to me when I go home. Some of them fall off when I go to the gym, some of them get blown off when I'm walking the dog, any that have adhered at all get squashed when I go to dance class, and the rest usually get peeled away slowly by other interactions.

Yes, my team lead knows that I'm about to break and he's gotten me some help. This would be good if I didn't have to train them how to take over for me. One is very, very new and is getting a baptism of fire. Poor guy. The other knows what he's doing in general but not my app in specific. I'm more concerned about the first than the second, naturally. I think they'll both do stellar work eventually, but for now it's something else that I have to work into my schedule.

Seriously, there can be NO CRISIS from now until December, I have that many things on my plate at work. Dammit.

It doesn't help my equilibrium any that those little bits of work stress that flake off during nights and weekends? Just like an old band-aid, they seem to be pulling bits of me away with them. I feel like my creativity is drying up. I half-compose entries and then can't remember a word when I have a chance to type. My plotbunnies have escaped their cage or just grown better camouflage. I'm scrounging around my subconscious to find enough material for the games I run and play, but I'm about hitting the bottom of the barrel.

Also, I think I'm drinking too much Tazo Calm tea. There were a couple days last week that I think I can chalk up to an ADE between the tea, being a girl, and work stress. Yeah, that was not so much of the good.



Ugh. Too much whining. There are good things that are happening. There are some really good things. I went to my first ever dance workshop on Saturday. My arms still hurt, but it was TONS of fun and I learned a lot. We went to Med Hookah to watch Sonya perform that night and HOLY CRAP was it a blast! Thursday nights are my absolute favorite of the week. Mondays are a close second because Downwood goes off to play Flames of War and leaves me alone for an evening. I get to dance in the more-open living room, sing as loud as I want to whatever music I want, and generally enjoy a little "me time". I'm even getting better, though I wouldn't yet say "good", at dancing to Chicky. Because who doesn't love a good drum solo?

Music is good for me. Techno belly dance is unsurprisingly good for debugging code. I'm still slowly working my way through the second Malazan Book of the Fallen while I work out, and my new mp3 player should be showing up next week to give me tunes to accompany me while I read. It's even blue! How cool is that?!

Also, if you like fantasy, swashbuckling, and thiefy-rogues, you really need to read The Lies of Locke Lamora. Holy cow. I was laughing really hard in places and totally threw off Downwood's football groove when I shouted encouragement at the main characters near the end of the book. It's TOTALLY worth getting as a paperback. I used my shiny Borders coupon to get the sequel over the weekend. I read the prologue and put it down. I don't know if my nerves can take reading what will happen in the story in order for it to end up in that situation. Eesh.

I also read Empire of Ivory, the fourth book in the Temeraire series. Um...wow. It was a very good story, but the ending made me cry. I was sitting in DFW at the time, so it was a little awkward, but...wow, can [livejournal.com profile] naominovik tell a story. I'm scared to see what the next book is going to be like.

This Saturday, my mom and stepdad are driving up early Saturday morning. Like they're leaving their house at 5:30 early. I got us tickets to the Wisc-Northern Ill football game, which will totally rock our collective socks off. I'm hoping to run pirates for Sunday at about 5. I'm thinking of making a loaf of bread and a pot of soup. Mmmm, soup.

Next weekend, the Czar and his lovely wife will be in town. There shall be much talking. Yes, Darwin commands it.

The weekend after that, my dad and my youngest sister will be in town. They're coming in Thursday night, so I took Friday off work to hang with them. I haven't seen him since the wedding and haven't done a particularly good job of staying in touch with him, so this should be good. Since they have to drive from here to Kansas on Sunday, I'm considering running pirates that evening, too.

The weekend after that, my favorite (and biggest) customer is upgrading. So I have to be at work all day on my birthday. I have nothing polite to say about that.

The weekend after that, is our anniversary. There will be no plans made for that weekend. Well, none that involve anyone outside of me, my husband, and possibly our dog.

The weekend after that is Thanksgiving. I think we're going to my in-laws' for the feasting day, but I don't know about the weekend. I'm thinking of holding a D&D Certain Death Invitational on that Saturday. I've had the plot around for a long time, just never run it. If I have any brain over the next week, I may send out the invites, just to see who would be around that day.

The weekend after that is December. Sheesh. Really, at this point, I shouldn't wonder AT ALL why I have very little energy left - all of it's going to other places right now. This sucks, but I don't have a lot of choice. I'll keep holding myself together with tea and tunes, random silliness and cute hamsters, and petting my dog every morning and sleeping next to my husband every night. And maybe, just maybe, I'll be able take a week or so off in December and try to recharge a little bit.
sabine: (Dance)
When I got home from dance class last night, I told Downwood that I thought my legs were going to fall off. I may have been exaggerating last night, but then this morning my mid-back and abs decided to join the party that was voting in favor of seceding from my body. I hurt and it's a good hurt.

We learned several new things last night. One, a walking pattern, I picked up with no problems - thanks to the many years I spent on flag line in marching band, I have no problems with spinning, walking, changing directions, and covering ground. I didn't get taken aside for posture this time, just a brief reminder, so I'm at least making progress there.

The thing that happened that I'd been expecting since I started back in February finally happened: Mona showed us something and I absolutely could. not. get. it. In fact, I'm still not entirely sure how to make my body do what she was describing. I'm planning to spend several hours practicing over the next week and I'm picking up a mirror so that I can see what the heck I'm actually doing.

What was it that has utterly baffled me? Mona says it's that I'm neither bending my knees enough nor relaxing my quad in between beats. I say that any move that's described as "slap your tailbone with your butt muscle of the leg that all your weight is on" is going to confuse me. I mean, how many weeks did it take of practicing in the car, at my desk, and anywhere sitting to be able to reliably isolate each butt cheek independently in pulses and then relax them? Lots of weeks.

So, yeah, my legs feel like they're going to fall off, but I have a roll of duct tape at home so that I can practice after my run. I run to build up my stamina so that I can dance for more than an hour and not feel like I'm going to die.

I finally understand what my mother was hoping I would figure out in high school: I found a sport that I'm willing to put in however much effort it takes to succeed. I will take however many lessons and practice as long as it takes to master each basic step until it's firmly stuck in my alligator brain. I listen to the music at work and do ribcage isolations to get my muscles happy and my ear accustomed to the patterns.

And it's all totally worth it when we learn some choreography and I don't have to worry about where my feet are going or have to think about smiling because I'm already grinning so much there's no doubt whether I'm enjoying it.
sabine: (Ant - bookstore)
I love to get mail.  I don't think that I'm alone in this, as it seems to be a fairly universal thing to like.  I don't particularly care for the contents of bills, credit card offers, refinance your student loans, save for your kids' college, and other junk mail inserts, but I love having an envelope waiting for me.  It's the thought that someone, somewhere was thinking of me and sent me something...even if that something is a request for payment.

When I was in college, I discovered the beauty of shopping on the internet.  My life has not been the same since.  I learned that I could go to a store that specializes in exactly  what I am looking for, click a few times, type in some information, and then? Then I get a package in the mail!  Packages are even better than letters!  And, if I pick the right store, then they start sending me catalogs, which mean more mail!!  I really like this cycle, as may be evidenced by the Too Much Stuff in my house.

At some point, shopping online morphed into something a little less healthy.  I would buy things on eBay, Amazon, Half, or other places so that I could look forward to the item showing up.  I had no need for these things, nor really even the money to spend on them.  I was buying them so that I would have a reason to make it through 7-10 more days.  I've had to work hard to break this habit - it's taken a lot of therapy and a couple of stern talks with myself about Budgets, Savings, and Credit Card Bills.  I stil don't always believe me, though, as is evidenced by my Lush and BPAL habits.  I like to think that now I'm buying pretty things, not because I think that they will make my life better, but because my life is already pretty good and pretty things are just a bonus.

And I've totally rambled off my point.  The point of this entry was to say Thank You to Miss M for the book that looks wonderful and I know exactly what one I'm sending you in February and Thank You to those crazy people in Florida who sent me chai-flavored, caffeinated candy that makes my tongue go numb.  You people totally rock my socks off and I hope I can tell you enough how giddy and happy you make me on a daily basis, not just when you send me shiny stuff.  Not that I don't like the shiny stuff, I just like my shiny friends a whole lot better.

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