- Although it has no direct effect on me whatsoever, I was happy to hear about the Supreme Court's ruling on the issue of same-sex last Friday. (I summed up my feelings on same-sex marriage in this post from October 2008 on my old, pre-infertility blog.)
- Despite having plenty to do at work, I am feeling decidedly unmotivated today. I thought a Star$$ caffe mocha would help: nope.
- Highlights of my weekend: got a massage Friday night and had brunch with my BFF on Sunday.
- Low points of the weekend: boys were being contrary most of Saturday. Ugh.
- It's a four-day week this week! Yea! But that means I'd better get to work.
Monday, June 29, 2015
#Microblog Mondays 44
Monday, June 8, 2015
Microblog Mondays #41
Am I the only one who still has moments where she doesn't feel like a real grown-up?
Or maybe it isn't so much that I don't feel like an adult as it is that I don't want to be an adult sometimes? I don't know.
I have been feeling mildly discontented at work for the past month or so. There are things I like about my career field, and my specific job is pretty good insofar as my boss appreciates me and treats me like an intelligent human being with unique skills and attributes (this is rarer than one might think in my area of practice).
But on the other hand, there are things about my current sphere of practice that are very wearing; my stress levels are constantly at a level that I feel cannot be healthy; despite my best efforts not to, I spend too many hours working and thinking about work every week; and I just don't see myself doing this for the next 20+ years until retirement.
What does it say about me that I am on my second full-fledged professional career and dissatisfied? I'd like to think that, like the line from the Baz Luhrmann song Everybody Is Free to Wear Sunscreen from the late 1990s, it means I'm an interesting person (remember the lyric "Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't"?).
But I fear that it actually means something else. . . like I am destined to be perpetually discontent professionally no matter what I do.
I have no idea what the solution to this dilemma is, and I'm too busy today to ponder it further.
Or maybe it isn't so much that I don't feel like an adult as it is that I don't want to be an adult sometimes? I don't know.
I have been feeling mildly discontented at work for the past month or so. There are things I like about my career field, and my specific job is pretty good insofar as my boss appreciates me and treats me like an intelligent human being with unique skills and attributes (this is rarer than one might think in my area of practice).
But on the other hand, there are things about my current sphere of practice that are very wearing; my stress levels are constantly at a level that I feel cannot be healthy; despite my best efforts not to, I spend too many hours working and thinking about work every week; and I just don't see myself doing this for the next 20+ years until retirement.
What does it say about me that I am on my second full-fledged professional career and dissatisfied? I'd like to think that, like the line from the Baz Luhrmann song Everybody Is Free to Wear Sunscreen from the late 1990s, it means I'm an interesting person (remember the lyric "Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't"?).
But I fear that it actually means something else. . . like I am destined to be perpetually discontent professionally no matter what I do.
I have no idea what the solution to this dilemma is, and I'm too busy today to ponder it further.
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