My vacation is coming up in a couple weeks (8/3 in fact). I don’t have an agenda yet. Jen has a bunch of ideas, like putting up shelves or finally decorating our bedroom. Nothing’s speaking to me though. I feel like Ron Livington’s character in Office Space. I want to do … nothing. I want to watch movies, maybe read a book, play some games, take walks with Max, and do nothing.
I think I may be depressed. There, I said it. I’m just not crazy about doing anything. Maybe it’s just a transitional thing because of my new job. Maybe it’s because my new job isn’t exactly what I thought it would be, which I think is mostly my fault. I haven’t been as motivated to get ahead and set the big vision, because I’m not on fire like I used to be. I’m reacting, and doing what I have to, but beyond that, it’s hard to get excited. Let’s hope it’s just exhaustion and my vacation will take care of charging me back up.
And in happy news, other than going out to lunch with Jen, Max and Mom today, I have had a salad every work day since last Monday. Getting used to all the green leafy stuff has caused a bit of a toilet tissue shortage, but other than that, the transition has been painless.
