~ decompressing ~
My plate is overflowing. I have so many huge and small, and very very complex, things to do that I don't even know where to begin. One item that I am now able to scratch off of my list, which is incredibly relieving, is a massive project that I presented in class last night. In my personal life, I don't feel that I got as many pats on the back for this as I deserved (which is honestly something that has really bugged me, but we won't go there), however, in class I received lengthly accolades and my project and presentation were described as "ingenius." And I like that word. Something that I am almost able to find humorous, now that it is all over and that it went very well, is the irony of how I had a huge nightmare about my presentation going awry (and how I literally woke up the morning of my presentation, covered in sweat) and then right before my presentation, discovering that my presentation was corrupted when I plugged my jump drive into the computer, relieved my nightmare, had a stroke, essentially freaked out, and almost passed out from relief when I was able to bring up my presentation correctly on a different computer. Yesterday, I was so overwhelmed with everything, that it was necessary for me to leave work in the middle of the day because I was no longer able to handle anything. It was bad. Now, I just need to come to grips with the notion that *I* know how hard I worked and *I* know what it took to put it together and *I* know how amazing it was, even if the one specific individual doesn't have an ounce of appreciation for it. Which is really challenging for me. I need to just come to terms with the fact that no one's going to get it unless they have to actually do and experience it for themselves. blah, blah, blah.
At work, my to-do list is now spilling over onto three pages and I'm struggling with prioritization. Everyone in the office is freaking out because there is just SO MUCH. Personally, I need to decompress.
In other news, I have been having absolutely glorious weekends. I had been meaning to write all about last weekend, the gloriousness of which continues to make me feel wonderful. Sunday, in particular, was such a great day. And it was nothing in particular...it just FELT wonderful, I was so HAPPY, and walking on air the entire day. Josh and I took a big adventure on our cruiser bicycles and rode up to the Bench and explored all of the neighborhoods. Our exploration led us way away and somehow we found ourselves riding around Southwest Boise and it was the kitschiness (I have no idea how to spell that word) of it that was so thrilling.
This past weekend was also fantastic. Josh's birthday was last Thursday and we had not had an opportunity celebrate it until the weekend because I was working evenings. For some time, I've become rather opposed to buying people gifts. I'm all for knitting something as a gift, or somehow finding a way to create something...but my primary interest in celebrating someone's birthday has become to focus on spending special time with that person and having an experience to share. I think it's much more meaningful to have a special romantic day rather than ...what?...buying Josh a c.d. or some socks. But I'm sure I'm preaching to the choir on this.