Unemployment Day 39

It’s been a great week. I know this has nothing to do with the Zoloft, but it is sort of a relief to know that I’m ready to take action and stop dwelling on my misery. I’m letting go of worry and choosing action.

I’m gaining a lot of confidence in myself. I’ve done a lot of things this week that make me feel proud, and kind of quietly so. I am becoming comfortable with my place right now.

Last night I helped a friend hang sheet rock, for the second time this week. I have to say, I truly enjoy working hard, getting banged up, feeling the effects of my effort in my arms the next day. I got to use a masonry chisel and a hammer last night to make two holes in the brick of the kitchen wall for outlets. I hit the first knuckle on my left hand at least 5 times, there’s a bruise slowly forming and it’s sensitive to the touch. I also measured for and trimmed out the holes for the outlets in the sheet rock. I made a small mistake, but it was over a joist so we just stuck the piece back in and screwed it. Quick fix! By the end of the night I was covered in brick dust, my mouth was full of grit, and I could barely breathe {thanks allergies!} but I felt really great.

Today I’m tired {which is probably a combination of all that work AND the insomnia I’ve been suffering from} and I’m positive I’ll be sore tomorrow, but it’s the good kind of sore.

What else has gone on this week? I went to the Franklin Institute, spent hours laying/reading in parks, researched therapists and vets {Didz needs to get fixed. Have any recommendations?}, hosted a FUNemployment luncheon at Tattooed Mom’s, and received confirmation that I Will Eventually Have A Job . . . it’s just still uncertain when . . .

Next week I’m going to start calling therapists, schedule a spaying appointment for Ms. Didz, finally create a resume, sew a skirt, ride my bike at least 5 miles a day {I’m getting lazy without a daily ride to work!}, and hopefully hang some more sheet rock.