I got a call today from Massachusetts General, asking me to come in for a second (and if I'm understanding correctly, final) interview for the Communications Director position. Wheeee!
I'll be meeting with the VP for Public Affairs on Thursday at 12:30 p.m. Please keep me in your thoughts, because I think this could be a really excellent opportunity for me, as well as a really good fit for my personality.
It was drizzly and overcast in Boston all this weekend, and while I felt like I had a bit of cabin fever, I also realized how much the Northeast reminds me of southern Germany. I walked to Whole Foods to pick up some groceries and was nearly dancing in the light raindrops on the way home (just enough to soak my hair, not enough to soak my scalp), brushing super-saturated evergreen tree branches with my hands as I walked past, checking out collected droplets on pansies and hanging boughs of wisteria. God, I do love my neighborhood. And no one was outside, since it was raining - I felt like I was in my own little gingerbread rainforest. It was delightful.
I arrived home just as it began to rain harder, curled up on the couch with some coconut chicken thai soup from the corner restaurant, and watched Girl with a Pearl Earring. What a great way to spend a rainy afternoon.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Done
Today was a beautiful day, and I was home, pretty much by myself for the whole day, and I felt so damn good. It was really remarkable.
What I realized, as I was walking down the hill to go to the library and print some things out, is that I feel done. I feel over so much stuff - even writing fanfic, to some extent. It's not that I don't enjoy it, because I do, but I feel like I want to write my own stories. I think I have stories within me to tell, and maybe it's time to focus on that for a while.
I'm over being hesitant, I'm over being insecure. It's just boring and old, and I'm starting to think that life is just about realizing joy.
I've also - again - been thinking about California, which kept creeping into my waking thoughts when I first moved to New York. I think about it when I'm in Whole Foods and I see a loaf of sourdough. I think about it when I catch the smell of the sea air. I think about it when I read an article on kayaking, and I remember watching the sea otters float on Monterey Bay.
It's a little disconcerting.
I'm listening to Peter Gabriel's "Secret World" tour live album, which reminds me of Matthew, and I've just returned from my first visit with my nutritionist, where we hammered out a diet and exercise plan, and I just feel like... okay. I'm done with all this past stuff. I mean, it shapes you, it forms you, but it's not who I am. I'm becoming someone different.
Three years from now, I may be living on the west coast, evolving further.
What I realized, as I was walking down the hill to go to the library and print some things out, is that I feel done. I feel over so much stuff - even writing fanfic, to some extent. It's not that I don't enjoy it, because I do, but I feel like I want to write my own stories. I think I have stories within me to tell, and maybe it's time to focus on that for a while.
I'm over being hesitant, I'm over being insecure. It's just boring and old, and I'm starting to think that life is just about realizing joy.
I've also - again - been thinking about California, which kept creeping into my waking thoughts when I first moved to New York. I think about it when I'm in Whole Foods and I see a loaf of sourdough. I think about it when I catch the smell of the sea air. I think about it when I read an article on kayaking, and I remember watching the sea otters float on Monterey Bay.
It's a little disconcerting.
I'm listening to Peter Gabriel's "Secret World" tour live album, which reminds me of Matthew, and I've just returned from my first visit with my nutritionist, where we hammered out a diet and exercise plan, and I just feel like... okay. I'm done with all this past stuff. I mean, it shapes you, it forms you, but it's not who I am. I'm becoming someone different.
Three years from now, I may be living on the west coast, evolving further.
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