Where did the weekend go? Same place too many weekends have gone this year: straight down the Porcelain Chute....
Aide from doing some p.r. work on Saturday morning, I didn't do any work. Don't take that to mean these two days have been relaxing; I didn't do any work, but I worried about it. That's more difficult.
I realized today that I haven't been invited to a single corporate holiday/Christmas party this year. This will be the first time in almost 20 years that I haven't gone to (at the minimum) a grip-and-grin lunch, never mind an out-of-town all-day party/press event.
Does that bother me? Only in the sense that it suggests I may be falling off some lists. That's a Bad Thing.
I'm feeling curiously ambivalent about it. Part of me wants to put all that stuff, indeed the business I'm in, behind me. Another part would like to continue eating, which means doing both the work and the social interactions that go along with it.
Okay, I know there are some people who think I don't work at all. So here's a photo of me working up a bit of a sweat for my clients...
But that's irrelevant.
No matter how much work I do, I feel as if I'm always fighting a losing battle. At the end of the day, I'm still missing the really important parts of life, still battling to get control of the small stuff.
The Really Important Parts: sharing life with someone for whom I care, who cares for me. I'm purposely avoiding the word "love." I use that word sparingly, at least when it involves the female of the species. After the last, abortive expression of said emotion, I wonder if I will ever use it again.
The Small Stuff: paying bills, and ensuring that I will survive another month. Or week. Without the important parts, mere survival seems terribly unimportant.
So here we are, on a Sunday night.
My greatest wish is that your Sunday night is far better than mine.
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