Things feel like they are finally settling down back into a routine. I probably shouldn’t have posted that I was being treated for cancer and then dropped off the planet like that. All is good. My radiation treatments are over and they were remarkably few and easy compared to what many people have to go through. It has just been so exciting to not have to think about my health for a while that I’ve thrown myself into getting my routine back. I’m stealing time to write this post from something else so I’ll just do a quick, random update:
1. I was fortunate enough to be invited to attend a conference the other week of senior women at my company. Not senior as in a particular age but women who are at a higher level in the company. It was so fun to spend the week with such a SMART, accomplished group of women. There is no way to come out of that and not be better for it. I just soaked everything up like a sponge. It meant working late into the night to keep up with daily duties but totally worth it.
2. The home office project was briefly abandoned as its priority is relatively low. I’m excited to get back to it and have been obsessing over the stupidest detail. At this point I’m embarrassed for anyone to see my living room (totally full of office crap) so I’m getting really motivated to get on with it already. I haven’t had a lot of weekends to myself in a while but I should have a few in a row which will help get a little momentum going again. I’d love to host the grandparents for Halloween (an annual tradition) but I just can’t do it with the living room like it is.
3. I need to take a vacation. I haven’t had one yet this year and I think I lose it if I don’t use it. I could sure use the time off and while I would like to get away, it sounds more relaxing to just stay at home and putter away. Have I gotten old and boring? I just feel behind all the time. What is this standard that we set for ourselves and why? Is this a woman thing or do guys do this to themselves too? I’m afraid if I stay home, I’ll just do chores and then beat myself up every time I take a few hours to read a book.
4. I cut my hair off this weekend. Well, I didn’t actually cut it all off, I just got a lot cut off. I hate when my hair gets too long. It isn’t very flattering. I have very thick, very curly hair and you would think it would be a glorious mane of red curls but it just gets frizzy, huge and either looks like a 70s showgirl or middle age hippy hair (not the good kind). So out of desperation this weekend I raced into the salon and made her cut a great deal off. It is quite a bit better but is also giving me, unfortunately, a bit of a helmet head. Big and round. I don’t even really care, that is how much I hated the hippy hair.
A wee bit of progress has happened in the office. I’ll post an update later this week.