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Day 9: You don't need to hear from me every day

And she rested on Day 8.

Ok, not entirely true. I've actually been pretty busy over the past 2 days with errands, appointments, and friends.

Changing topics completely, I said in my first post that I knew this blog could be a liability for me while trying to find a job - being too real, too honest, too me. I am not neutral. Ask anyone, I am opinionated. But honestly, I'm not a different person with my friends than I am with my coworkers than I am with my family. I only know how to cope with dark humor. I can have an entire conversation at work in just gifs. In a big family, if you're not witty, you're not talking.

I felt the need to preface with that because of my next take.

On Tuesday, I went to share my post on my socials and then ALL OF A SUDDEN TAYLOR SWIFT WAS ENGAGED (to some football guy???). I kid, I know who Travis Kelce is. And I was like "ahhh no one is going to see this blog." Which is fine, no one needs to see it. I started this as a way to figure out how I was feeling, not for clicks and engagement.

But then yesterday, as I was thinking about what I might write, there was a tragedy in the United States. We lost 2 innocent children to gun violence, and traumatized the rest of their classmates in the process. I say "we" because as adults, we should be doing better for them. I was in 5th grade when Columbine happened, and grad school when Sandy Hook happened, and I couldn't tell you for the rest of them because there has been too many. I wish someone had said as I was growing up, when I luckily missed having to do shooter drills in addition to fire drills, "this needs to stop and here is how to fix it." Instead, we have let at least one generation witness the beginning of it while in school, and another 1-2 generations live with the consequences of our lack of action. But now Millennials are (also) adults, and maybe we can help stop what started with us.

Today, I got clearance from a surgery I had 6 weeks ago to go back to exercise - I'm cleared for lifting, pulling, walking, tugging, etc. That's great news because I did not properly train my dogs for walking and they pull all the time. I suspect that and rolling in gross smells are their favorite things to do on walks. I got home from my appointment and immediately took them for a walk! I haven't done that in at least 6 weeks - maybe longer because my surgery was in July and it was roughly 1,000,000* here with 295% humidity, so I probably missed a couple of days leading up to surgery.

Anyway, where was I going with this? Oh yeah, my plan for today. Honestly, in recovery, I'm probably going to nap. He said I was cleared for things, but I might still have soreness; and I think this was the longest walk I've taken in weeks. Plus, it's about to downpour here, so a nap seems right.

But after that, I need to shake off this morning and get back to figuring out what is next. I don't know that I'll shake off yesterday, though. Maybe I'll look into non-profits that have job openings that could use my project management skills. I could stand to use my powers for good. We all could.

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