What is it that Frank Sinatra sings, That’s Life…… ? Thursday here and almost through a busy week. This world of 2 part time jobs and a volunteer commitment and a few left over writing projects is making for chaos. Today is a half and half day. I’m presenting (for free!!) to a group of nonprofit directors, topic-blogging for nonprofits. Then I switch over to my new job working in the aging caregiving business. Tomorrow is my retail day. Saturday? I think I’d like to sleep all day.
This isn’t really a post, as you can see, but rather a rambling bunch of words designed to reassure you that things are back to normal. Or me.
Next week I start a more normal routine without all the little side activities I’d taken on over the last year or so. Just straight work. And, for the October I think I’ll live without online dating. It will make a serious dent in my ability to find fun stories and winge and cringe about men, but it will be a welcome break. I’ve gotten invites to 3 events that I am thinking about attending, alone. I know that I’ll feel a bit uncomfortable at one of them but screw it… I’m going. It’s a big deal college alumni event at a very classic estate nearby and I can leave at any point. I always feel that I have to go to events as part of a couple, so I am missing out on a slice of life that I would like to participate in. I’m a skilled public person so it’s not about lacking conversational tools or being afraid of being out alone at night. It’s always been about looking awkward alone-I think it’s easier for men to do this than women. And, I realize that I’ve bought into the cultural myth, ancient as it is, that women should be escorted. That’s a revelation I just had…this moment, wow.
As I head into the weekend I have few obligations- lunch with my brother and his wife and later a get-together with a few good female friends. Maybe as I sort through the clutter on my desk I can sort through the clutter in my brain! Ha, that’s a novel idea.
Happy weekend to you all. Big plans, anyone?
I sort of remember the first time I went to the movies by myself and after a brief moment of ‘what will all these people think of me’ which also translates to ‘what do I think of me’, my next thoughts were along the lines of ‘I don’t know them and they don’t know me so let them think what they will’.
I like your revelation – it reminds me of the many societal (or or so they say whoever “they” are) dos and don’ts that we either buy into or not. Personal freedom is an ongoing process and today you reminded me of one of mine.
Thanks
Thanks for sharing that…. I think the journey to personal freedom is tops on my list…