This is that number post. Amazing. My life on a blog. Or at least the last couple years. I'm feeling a bit out of sorts - nothing that yoga couldn't cure but I'm feeling stretched for time (no pun intended, but it's actually a decent pun) so won't go. But it's for a good reason - taking Friday off and going skiing, so I need to do my normal hours this week before Friday. And yet here I sit writing a post.
Just got back from the place I had been paid to do work. They had asked me to do another project, and despite my hesitation and my straightforwardness to them about my abilities, they wanted me to help anyway. I guess partly because it's free. Yet, I'm not excited anymore - just kinda feeling like I'm the nearest port in a storm and they'll take what they can get. Not sure how I feel about the organization either. Nor about my projected career path - I mean continuing on that path.
I thought about applying for a job that uses skills I have but not in an industry I've worked for at all. I still might, but I think it's likely pretty low level relatively, and in the end I might not care about it after a year or so. I feel like I've moved to this land of excellent people - intelligent, motivated, entrepreneurial, etc. And I'm a small percentage of any of those. Bleh... I'll get over it.
It's funny that I've stopped wondering if the moods are PMS, bipolar, or just life. I guess that's a first step towards not having them exist?