With all of the family drama that has been happening lately, this short story I wrote last year has been lingering in my mind. It needs a little work, but here is Part One of Skin Deep.
It was my birthday on Friday. I turned 25. And, the older I get, the less excited I get about birthdays. Don't get me wrong, I still force people to come out and celebrate with me.... but really, it is just an excuse to go out drinking and have fun for a night. What really got me this year is how nostalgic it all has made me. I don't tend to get nostalgic on my birthdays... mostly I just want a good time with good people.
For me, January was mostly about tying up loose ends. I start my PhD in a month or so, and I wanted to have everything with the house pretty much done by that point. Or at least, the majority of what I can currently do… it’s a house, there is ALWAYS something to be done…
Lately it’s been disgustingly hot. Which normally would be fine. Because I prefer heat to cold… But I don’t have an air conditioner. And the one at work is broken… so for the last few days and nights I’ve been ridiculously uncomfortable. We’re trying to get an air con instead soon. But, as with everything…
This week one of my managers decided to leave. Well, actually, to move on to another winery in the same company. It made me wonder if there would be an available full time position, and whether I would want to take it. After all, full time work is a little more stable. BUT I have just accepted a PhD and that is full time. I can't do both.
I've been really slack with my writing / blogging / bascially existing lately. So I thought that I'd try and write a bit of a longer post today. But, really, there's not much that I have to say (which has helped with the slackness).
I didn’t get to post yesterday (I have backdated this though, the joys of technology). I got home from work at 5.30. Bailed on my friends at 5.31. Fell asleep at 7.30. Still catching up on the sleep after the crazy season I think…
I know that I missed last week's post, I was too busy running around doing the family things for Christmas time. And now, ironically, on Christmas Eve I have actually finished with Christmas. Not only have I seen all the family members and exchanged all of the gifts. It's a weird feeling since normally, in our family, Christmas is a four day celebration starting at this time. But, my family has gone away and I am by myself.
This week I hurt my wrist. I've torn something, or sprained something, or broken something. And it's my right hand, so it has meant that I basically don't get to do anything... I just sit here and watch TV, try to read (through the pain and painkiller haze) and just generally feel bored.
This month I haven't really completed many of my reading challenges. I didn't complete my semester of study. And I probably have a whole list of other things that haven't been completed. And at some point a few weeks ago, this was a huge issue. But, now... not so much. I've kind of come to terms with the fact that things have been changing pretty drastically for me and it's time to sit back and rethink.