Wednesday, May. 16, 2012 10:46 p.m.

lost and rambling and 8 months old

I'm in a weird mood tonight. There's this story out in the news right now about a local missing FBI agent and it's really shaken me up since it's happening so close to me.

Oh the weird things that really affect me. I'm not sad about normal things - but this total stranger? I'm in tears for the local family.
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I just got over another one of my "episodes". I went to a Dr. this time. Actually, I even gave in after-hours and went to the ER and they did exactly what I was afraid of and didn't take me seriously and I felt really, really stupid. The Dr. the next day thinks that I must carry my everyday stress in my neck/upper chest and when it builds up and causes bad tightening in my chest which is what makes it difficult for me to breath and why I'm in the pain that I am. She gave me a muscle relaxer. It did kind of help, but it wasn't an amazing cure. So I don't know. She wants me to do physical therapy. But that just seems even more stressful - afterall, I'd have to find a babysitter to go.
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Politics are starting to creep back up into the daily importance of the good American citizen - and it stresses me out some. Sometimes I find it weird that I dislike politics so. Afterall, I'm an intelligent person. I recognize that it is through the public that public policy is shaped and hat is it my duty and right to be well-informed about politics. Afterall, that is what makes this country great - it is why my ancestors fought and died so that I may live someplace where I am free to choose who leads my government.

Ye, I totally understand this. But the truth is: I still feel completely small and unimportant when it comes to it. The honest truth is that my vote does not matter. I vote in all the big elections still. BUT, I don't read or study or debate every single political issue that is presented to me. I don't have time. I have an everyday life to lead.

I'd actually like to get involved in local politics someday though. It's the only place like I feel like a) my vote could actually make a difference and b) my opinion could actually matter. I was involved in student government in both high school and college. And if anything, it's just made me jaded to it now.

I'll admit that I typically (unless I have a very specific favorite in anther category for some reason) I vote straight along party lines. Or, I pick and choose just a couple key topis that I care about the most and vote for the candidate that best aligns to my same feelings on those topics.

Call me lazy or call me whatever you want - but I otherwise get too stressed and passionate about things and I care too much whether what I want "wins" or "loses". So in order to have a happier and less stressful live, I HAVE to step back and instead pay more attention to the personal workings of my own individual life instead. I have to trust that the world will not end if my cause does not succeed. So - I have to just spend minimal time looking into the ins and out of every issue/candidate and instead make a general decision based on a few of my hard-held beliefs.

And so, I really hate politics, because I feel like all it does its drive people apart from each other. So I hate that it's an election year. And I just really don't want to hear it from people. Or from facebook. Well, I'm hardly on facebook anymore, this political crap being one of the several reasons, so I guess I won't see it too much, but still, I kind of hate that I have to shelter myself away from everything just because I want both to be ignorant of other people's differing political judgements from me, and I don't want them to make judgements on myself for not agreeing with them.

So blah.


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I'm also wanting to get pregnant again. I've had two periods so far. We aren't even "trying" yet. I don't know why I want to be pregnant again so quickly. I haven't even figured out baby C yet! She's crawling now and pulling herself up to standing now and I feel like I'm constantly on my toes with her. Why would I want to do this again? I don't know. But I do.
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I'm getting tired of my job. Yes, my "dream job". Maybe it's just the end of the school year. Maybe I'm just looking forward to being a "stay at home mom" this summer and for some reason think that I'm going to be so happy and love it and feel like my life is more together is I don't have to balance a job as well as a baby. Who knows.

K is home from the gym. I really should've taken a shower in the past hour and half while he was gone.

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Thursday, Aug. 03, 2017 - hello?
Tuesday, Nov. 25, 2014 - strange dream
Monday, Oct. 06, 2014 - catholic and friends
Thursday, Sept. 04, 2014 - changing. and I need to go to bed.
Saturday, Aug. 30, 2014 - dreams of dying

Chapters of My Life
Motherhood
Sept. 2011 - now Being a mother.
Isolation&Infertility (&pregnancy)
Aug. 2009 - Sept. 2011 Working from home in a job that I love...that comes with a loneliness I hate. A husband who works too much, and continued failure to start a family. Slowly spiraling, forgotten, into social invisibility. Accepting and experiencing the potential of pregnancy.
First-Year Teacher
Aug. 2008 - Aug. 2009. pretty much the hardest job I hope I ever have. and all the while trying not to admit my secret turmoil over longings for/attempts at/failure to produce what's supposedly supposed to come after love and then marriage...
Optimism
Aug. 2007 - Aug. 2008. finally accepting that becoming a normal grown up is not just inevitable, but preferable. better job situations for both of us. working freelance as a studio teacher, and becoming an egg donor.
Fading Dreams...
Dec. 2006 - July 2007. student teaching, being poor, consistent job rejections, trying to save face while feeling hopeless.
To Live a Life Worth Death...
July 2006 - Nov. 2006. thinking about death a lot, accepting life and my eventual end. career and passions - beginning the path of contribution to what I will leave behind...
Identity Crisis/Marriage
Oct. 2005 - Apr. 2006. new job. new career. new last name. new husband. new life. who was I and what was I becoming?
The Official End to Childhood? II
June 2005 - Sept. 2005. preparing for a life that still felt like pretend. was I really a 'grown-up' already? weird.
The Official End to Childhood? I
Feb. 2005 - June 2005. losing my virginity, getting engaged, changing my career, selling our childhood home...slowly losing everything that held me as a child... (Meet Mr. Mom 4/05 - 5/05. working/travelling on production of my 4th & LAST reality show ever.)
Quarter-Life Crisis/Unemployment
Sept. 2004 - Feb 2005. no steady job for 5 months - definitely not a good place to be. oh, and I fell in love - which is a good place to be, but it kind of only adds to the confusion.
Postlude to the Prelude
Apr. 2004 - May 2004. I had no clue what things were being set in motion...but everything has changed from there.
The Simple Life 2
Mar. 2004-Apr. 2004. not the deepest thinking period of my life, but I learned a heck of a lot about production of a reality tv show.
L.A. #2 - The Real World
Aug. 2003-Feb. 2004.the big move. transplanting my life. ironically not only working in the "real world", but also AT the company that makes The Real World.
That Weird, Here Nor There, Summer
May 2003-Aug. 2003. a college graduate, but not yet in the grown-up world. just existing. and waiting. and thinking.
Goodbye College
Jan. 2003-May 2003. it's a weird thing, the last semester of college. lots of thinking about what lies beyond.
The Semester From Hell
Aug. 2002-Dec. 2002. it was kind of like I tried to cram 4 yrs. of growing-up experiences into one semester.
I've Changed?
Apr. 2002-Aug. 2002. after L.A. and stuck right in-between the two most intense "finding-myself" semesters of my life!
L.A. #1 - Interning/Discovering
Jan. 2002 - Apr. 2002. I finally stepped WAY outside my comfort zone and went where I had no freakin idea what I was doing. Living outside your bubble for awhile really makes you see differently.
Beginnings/Depression
Aug. 2001-Jan. 2002. who I was, and sometimes who I still am. how it started and how it was before.