Sleepy is not the word for what I feel this evening...
I've been waking up at 5 to write a bit before then waking my sweet girl, getting her ready for school, and trekking first to the Lower East Side then up to Midtown.
I hope you won't find me unappreciative, but working again in Midtown- such a strange, soul-less place- makes me a little sad. Oh, it's not all terrible- today I took a walk outside to search out smiling faces, and found a few in an Indian vendor-truck. These three gentlemen were so smiley, in fact, that I felt obliged to order lunch from them. Lesson of the day: Do NOT ask for extra spice over your Indian food unless you have a death-wish. In addition to the typical red hot sauce, I was offered, by the eldest of the three men, if I would like to try something *really* spicy?" Um, sounded like a dare to me. Feathers slightly ruffled, I responded with a resounded, "YES, PLEASE!" Wow. That was some fierce sauce... Great thing is, the stuff seemed to completely rid me of a little cold I've had.
Anyway- I'm now on week two of a month-long temp job. This past year, although stressful on many fronts (job search, finances), was wonderful. I loved my freelance jobs and spending time with Anevay. I only wish I could have spent more time on the book and less time on the job hunt. Soon, I'll be back in the same boat I was for the past year.
After having been laid off last year, I had at first the terrible thought that it was in some way my doing. But now, I've resigned myself to the fact that I am just in the same boat as so many other deserving people. It's not my fault. Besides, should any of you remember correctly, I was by no means in love with the sort of work I was doing.
Last night, for the first time in over a year, I passed on two jobs- both were embroidery gigs. One was just another event in Greenwich (too much on my plate right now to try to hustle to be there); the other was for a birthday party.
I'm feeling the need to simplify- job search, Anevay, and finishing the book. Easier said than done- there are always 10,000 other things holding my attention.
Now, I'm off to sleep...
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