The Routine

When we first came up here, I freaked out pretty regularly about my lack of things to do. It wasn't that I didn't have boxes to unpack, rooms to decorate, family to visit and drawers to organize. I did have those things. It wasn't that I was emotionally void- I had plenty of things to think about and concern my brain with. Even when I had schools to visit and applications to fill out, there was something missing from my life that has only recently emerged.

My monthly calendar.

For the entire month of July my book was empty, minus the trip to Fresno we took for my birthday. Literally- empty.



I've been subbing a ton recently, which is both satisfying emotionally and financially. I'm still working my restaurant job, too, which is fine (side note- every restaurant is made up of the same cast of characters. the attractive, jerky boy. the sweet talking religious nut. the ditzy, booby blonde. the anal older server. every place has the same people working there. weird!) but doesn't bring me much money. With these two jobs, my schedule book is gloriously full.



I'm back to my old self- checking my schedule several times a day. Erasing and re-writing events. Counting and recounting my sub days and calculating my money. Highlighting certain kinds of events and underlining others.

I love my schedule. I love my calendar. I love having a purpose.