A Small Slice of My Life
I've blogged so little this week and I've missed the outlet for doing a spot of writing. On the life achievement side of things, my books finally made it to the accountant for Income Tax (insert crazed cheer), family pictures are finally over - 2 sessions; individuals and group (insert second even more crazed cheer) and in spite of the backlog of paperwork and family mayhem most everything continued in a somewhat orderly manner instead of coming to a chaotic crashing halt (insert third crazed cheer before collapsing). Such an odd feeling of calm descended on me and I didn't quite know what to do. Now don't get the idea I had "nothing" to do (ROFL!!) it was just such a relief not to have the proverbial gun to my head any more I felt a bit disoriented, in a manner of speaking.....
So with all that behind me I took a bit of time to read some favorite blogs and wound my way over to read the Yarn Harlot's blog. I don't get there regularly and don't have time to read every word she's written as she's quite prolific and my frivolous time online is limited. She did however, write something that I found rather striking and I couldn't resist sharing it with you. I found it such an apt summary of my work situation;
"I was sitting here this morning wondering how all this stuff managed to end up in one week, and found myself thinking (forgive the strong language) "Man... My boss is a bitch. She has no idea what sort of pressure I'm under, that I don't have the self-esteem for criticism when it arrives when I'm overworked and she doesn't have any respect for the limits on my time and energy. It's like all she cares about is me as someone who works for her, and doesn't care how tired I get when I have to meet all those demands. She doesn't even listen when I tell her that it's too much, although maybe that's my fault for not being clearer with her. I have got to learn to be more aggressive with setting limits around my time, because someone like her is just going to take advantage of me if I don't."
Then I just sat and stared. I'm self employed. "
I admit I didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or cry copiously - all I did know is that it hit home. Like the time my girlfriend generously offered to pull out several outstanding grey hairs for me and I objected strenuously, "Hey! I earned those!".
It's not like I don't like my life or anything like that - I can't imagine myself living any other life (and I'd like to think I have a pretty vivid imagination), tempting though it may be - I just think some times life squeezes us a bit too hard and we can't help crying "uncle". And for me, that's where spinning and knitting come in. Sedate distraction .... stress-free leisure ..... where nothing ever goes wrong and everything turns out perfectly in the end like a Jane Austin romance ..... are you laughing yet? perhaps grinning at least? I hope so - if I can't poke a little fun at myself the only place left to go is the loony bin and since they don't allow pointy things in there I can't see myself in a hurry to go... well I'm off now, not "off my rocker" but off to squeeze my yarn balls and fondle the alpaca while adding a few more rows to my new shawl ..... Cheers!
So with all that behind me I took a bit of time to read some favorite blogs and wound my way over to read the Yarn Harlot's blog. I don't get there regularly and don't have time to read every word she's written as she's quite prolific and my frivolous time online is limited. She did however, write something that I found rather striking and I couldn't resist sharing it with you. I found it such an apt summary of my work situation;
"I was sitting here this morning wondering how all this stuff managed to end up in one week, and found myself thinking (forgive the strong language) "Man... My boss is a bitch. She has no idea what sort of pressure I'm under, that I don't have the self-esteem for criticism when it arrives when I'm overworked and she doesn't have any respect for the limits on my time and energy. It's like all she cares about is me as someone who works for her, and doesn't care how tired I get when I have to meet all those demands. She doesn't even listen when I tell her that it's too much, although maybe that's my fault for not being clearer with her. I have got to learn to be more aggressive with setting limits around my time, because someone like her is just going to take advantage of me if I don't."
Then I just sat and stared. I'm self employed. "
I admit I didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or cry copiously - all I did know is that it hit home. Like the time my girlfriend generously offered to pull out several outstanding grey hairs for me and I objected strenuously, "Hey! I earned those!".
It's not like I don't like my life or anything like that - I can't imagine myself living any other life (and I'd like to think I have a pretty vivid imagination), tempting though it may be - I just think some times life squeezes us a bit too hard and we can't help crying "uncle". And for me, that's where spinning and knitting come in. Sedate distraction .... stress-free leisure ..... where nothing ever goes wrong and everything turns out perfectly in the end like a Jane Austin romance ..... are you laughing yet? perhaps grinning at least? I hope so - if I can't poke a little fun at myself the only place left to go is the loony bin and since they don't allow pointy things in there I can't see myself in a hurry to go... well I'm off now, not "off my rocker" but off to squeeze my yarn balls and fondle the alpaca while adding a few more rows to my new shawl ..... Cheers!
HAhahaha so true. Many a time I've thought (when times were at their most hectic and unbearable) that I should just give and check into the mental ward for some reprieve, but alas, I'd have to give up my precious knitting needles, so what kind of reprive would it really be? more like torture!! So I knit, furiously, and make it through in the end!
Congrats on getting your photos/filing/sorting all done, go reward yourself and spin something!!!
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If life were an amusement park, I could not describe mine as the Ferris Wheel, that's for sure!!! And thanks - I think I will go and spin some more confetti roving - I'm really finding it relaxing!
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My husband has been selfemblyed for a year now, and never have I felt life is crazie than this past year. I'd rather have him embloyed again. Knitting and spinning is my escape route as well, but if it gets too crazy, it will not help me. A few times throughout the year things get so busy, that it seems there's no way out, but it all disolves somehow, and we move forward until we hit the next crazy spell. And so life goes on (until it's over). Oy!
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Nothing quite like the merry-go-round, is there?? LOL!!!
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Ah, well, wishing you better days ahead.
I FINALLY posted my sock blog, lol.
Check it out, if you've got the time!
-Mica
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That’s great, I never thought about Small Slice of My Life like that before.
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