I am sitting at my desk being totally unproductive. If I am not going to work, why can’t I take a walk, fold laundry, putter around… anything but sit in front of the computer? I guess it stops me from feeling too guilty. As if proximity to work somehow equals productivity. My business consultant said I need to keep an eye on myself as if I were a paid employee. “Judge your actions as if you were a person you hired.. if you wouldn’t want them doing what you are doing, STOP DOING IT!” I guess that means I gotta get back to work.
The last week and a half has been a challenge for me. I keep thinking of my dad and choking up. In fact, I said to my mom, “I just realized I have spent almost two months either crying or on the verge of crying.”
Tomorrow is the start of Reunion Weekend. Yeah, it’s my 15 year college reunion. I am kinda excited. My problem is the girls I hung out with and loved were not in my class. My class was populated with girls that didn’t take too well to my kind. (My kind? Y’know, the non-drinking, non-partying, studious, wounded kind) Truthfully, I didn’t take to them. At any rate, my love for Rosemont (WOMEN’S) College (pre-2010) is well known and I look forward to going back even if I will be spending it with girls I wasn’t close to back then.
I have so much I could be doing and all I want to do is think of my dad and Buddy Holly. I am also imagining my new office furniture. I can hardly wait!
