I've been in a rotten mood today. It's hotter than the surface of the sun in my apartment, and this is just the beginning of a really warm week. I'm not exactly sure if it's only the weather that is creating this foul mood, but today had me wishing I had a partner just so I had someone to pick a fight with.
I had my final meeting with my career coach today. When the Bank shitcanned me they hired a consultant probably to ensure they didn't get sued if I jumped off a cliff. I cannot fathom that four months of coaching together with my severance package and bonus was cheaper than keeping me and letting me do the work of three, but I digress. (See? It's all attitude here today, folks.)
The consultant left me a phone message last week to set up our meeting today. Her voicemail said, "I hope you're back from Hawaii rested and ready to get serious about the job hunt." Ruh roh. I am back from Hawaii, but I'm not really serious about anything right now, and certainly not the job hunt. I've been concerned that when I come back from running errands some day, my family and friends will be sitting in my living room in a circle. Today my sister told her that she thinks I should stretch the funemployment thing out as long as possible, and it was a huge relief to hear her say that (since that is becoming the closest thing I have to a plan.)
I had a really great weekend. I met Iron Fist and Kerri Anne for breakfast (was that lunch? I'm not a morning person) on Saturday at the PSU Farmer's Market (where I took the very random picture posted here.) It was so awesome. I think I'll go back this weekend. Then I took my second yoga class. (When I paid for that first one it included two weeks of any classes.) It was interesting - this one was totally different from the first. I still didn't love it, but I did like experiencing another person's style. This time the teacher was slightly older than the last, maybe mid 40's, and you could tell she'd been through therapy. She had zero control issues; she said if we just mimic exactly what she's doing then we're not really doing yoga, we're just conforming. Hello, Portland. I've missed you. She talked a lot and I just loved her vibe. Then I had a pretty good jog that night.
On Sunday I had my Apple lesson, and instead of working in iMovie, we just screwed around sharing cool sites and talking about Hawaii. It was really fun. Then I met a friend for lunch and had a great discussion about transgenderism, and then another good jog in the evening. Somewhere in there I also watched the coolest documentary, Sliding Liberia, which is a must for surfing fans and everyone else, too. Trailer here. In Hawaii while I was at the North Shore I met the girl in the movie. Very good story.
Both days were so connecting, so satisfying. On my way to meet the kids on Saturday I thought, I'm probably at the point where the social things and activities that I've done in the four months since returning to Portland likely outnumber those that I did during three years in upstate NY. I mean, that's not the total equation, but it's part of it.
Time to call this stinky day done. I think the lesson from today is that I need to get out of the house, even when it's 7,000* out. Sitting inside all day drives me crazy. I'm going to have to find an adventure tomorrow to get me moving.