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Good and bad

The good: I got a job! It’s a bit less money than I was hoping for, and it’s a 5-month contract, but I am grateful, because it’s a nice job (Youth Coordinator for a local non-profit), I like my new boss, and it gives me time to look for something better-paid and learn some new skills.

The bad: the man I’ve been seeing told me he has sociopath tendencies. I knew he was weird, but I had no idea it was this bad. I was very upset at hearing this, and I still am, but, after I turned 30, I decided that trying to fix men is too costly a hobby. I’ll cry my tears, and then move on. Plus, if I could actually fix sociopathy, I would be going straight for that Nobel Prize, instead of wasting my time with this guy.

I want to focus on the good and go on with my plans. Keep dieting, learn InDesign and Farsi, find a school to finish my degree, save money to pay my taxes, get ready for my mom’s arrival. My mom is coming here for Christmas, and I haven’t seen her since July 2009. She will be getting here right after her last chemo session, and I want to go all out and make a wonderful stay for her.

My heart is still with this man, but it will catch up with my reason eventually. I want good things for myself, and I want someone with whom to share them. I want to be happy.

Home alone (1)

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I don’t look nearly as stylish as this lady when I relax around the house.

I live alone. It’s my biggest luxury, especially considering that Vancouver rents are freaking expensive. There’s approximately $400 a month making the difference between happy solitude and roommate hell, and I pinch that $400 from other areas of life that matter oh-so-much less than having my little oasis. My home is my sanity, as is the case for many introverts.
I spend quite a bit of my free time at home, and I love every second of it. I feel like I’m banking mental energy for when I have kids and I have to to say good bye to privacy and autonomy.

Since this is the Labour Day long week-end, I have a bit more time to sleep, purr and be merry. And yesterday was a really good Sunday: no last-minute work for my part-time job, no emails from the editor, no annoying phone calls, house clean, laundry done, errands run, groceries and cooking for the week done. Why hello, delicious alone time!

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