Thursday, October 09, 2008

Checking In

I've been silent for a while now, and it's not that I've forgotten to write although I have been busy.

The problem is that I didn't have anything funny to tell you. No amusing little stories about something that happened, or was said, or that I saw.

It's not that I haven't seen funny things or made people laugh in the time I was away, because I did, and I have. But it was "you had to be there" stuff and that's just not funny when you write it out.

But I seem to have hit a period of suspended transition in my life. It could be that another birthday is approaching. I really don't know.

What I do know is that I'm frustrated. Time moves forward but so many things in my life have not. There have not been any bad changes, thank God, but just not any good ones either. I feel like I'm trapped in a suspension of time.

The things that I did yesterday, and last week, last month, last year . . . I'm still doing them. Doing them well, most of the time. Doing them half-assed, some of the time.

There are things that I would like to see move forward. I'd like a new challenge at work. Not in the form of another client or another new employee to train. A new project. Something to get me excited. Something to get me thinking. Something to give me a reason to get in the car every morning and drive in rush hour traffic.

I'd like to stop living a semi-single life. Things with Redneck are great. We're happy. We don't fight. We really don't even argue, for the most part. We agree that this is long-term. Two years and counting. So, yeah. Move forward already.

I'm annoyed with Rockboy. He's a great kid. He has a heart of gold. He's technically an adult. But he doesn't seem to have any drive. He has no motivation. He makes decisions on a whim that I'm very afraid he's going to regret later, but he doesn't listen. Of course, who did, at nineteen?

I'm worried about the economy. My own, primarily. The economy of the nation comes a far second when I'm having trouble making ends meet. I'm really resentful over those Wall Street assholes who are living large while I have to worry about how much I'm going to be expected to fork over to correct their greedy mistakes. I resent the fact that the government thinks it's a brilliant idea to bail their asses out. Actually, I'm furious about it. Who is going to bail me out if I screw up? Um, that would be no one.

I'm so tired. It just feels endless, waiting for Friday to come and the weekend to start.

4 comments:

Susan said...

I find myself upset with well, me a lot because I realize I'm wishing my life away for the weekends through the week. Still, I'm wishing it were Friday, not Monday...

heather said...

i should have never started using google reader. just wanted to let you know i was reading. :)

Roadchick said...

Susan~ I live for the weekends. That might be a big indicator that I need a real vacation.

Heather~ I know you're there. I'm too OCD to use a reader. *L*

heather said...

i was like that when i first started reading. bd used to ask me how i kept up with what was going on. it was cause i was only reading about 6 or 7 blogs and i did little else. i played games and used e-mail but that's it. i watch tv on-line now. it's amazing how many pretty good shows i've been missing or have missed. a lot of them only lasted 2 or 3 seasons. i've caught up on prison break this summer. watched every episode in about 2 months thanks to netflix and discovered hulu.
i'm still a bit ocd. it's just switched to dramas and canadian cop shows. the things i watch to avoid 'reality' tv. lol