“Make your life a mission – not an intermission.” – Arnold Glasgow
Within two days I have decided to try and restructure my life – altering plans that will, inevitably and obviously, alter my future.
Sunday I gave my two weeks notice to the management at the Aveda salon I have worked out for almost three years (it would have been three years comes May). There were a lot of factors going into this decision, and ultimately I believe the change of environment will be refreshing for both my spirit and my wallet. The past few months at my old salon have been emotionally draining, and while I have never loved doing hair, I have come to outright dread dealing with the people and all aspects of salon life. With the exception of a few coworkers, I don’t feel close to anyone I work with. Realistically this is probably more from me pulling away than through any fault of theirs, but the fact remains that work has become a place I loathe to be. I feel like it is better to leave now and still be able to retain fond memories and a few good feelings, than to stay and allow the place to turn me into another bitter and jaded employee.
I have also been in contact (I use the term ‘contact’ loosely, as Boston College seems to have problems returning calls/emails) with the continuing education program at B.C, and I have decided to transfer my payment and application from the LSAT prep course to the GRE prep course. I have been thinking continuously about law school and careers for the past couple of months, and I honestly cannot fathom myself enjoying such a career. I am sure there are aspects that I will enjoy, but overall the only factor that really pushed me into considering it was financially based. As such, I am returning to my original plans of college professorship. I am going to go to school for Literature – most likely Victorian Studies – to research, read, and write for my daily bread. I miss academia, and being out of it for the last year has made me realize that even my unhappiest moment at school was not really that much of a low. Should the world up and end come 2012, I’d like to know I was living my life for me and my happiness.
Finally , I am making the push into a more healthy life style. I finished off my soda, and for the last two days have been good about honoring my one-carbonated-beverage-a-day limit. In lieu of soda I have begun drinking drinking water, and while I find it boring I am hoping to see a financial difference at least. Also, I am going to get a little more serious about exercise. Lately I have been feeling rather down about myself and suffering a good deal with stomach issues. I think getting a little more regimented with the exercise would be a good solution to these problems. I spoke to one of my friends who is ‘in the know’ as far as diet and exercise goes, and he recommended making sure I am getting in 150 minutes of exercise a week. Lately I have been averaging about 90, so I think this would be a good start. I am also going to bring the rest of my Valentine’s Day candy into work and try and pawn it off on some off my coworkers. Between my sedimentary lifestyle and high consumption of chocolates over the last month, it is no wonder I’ve put on a little weight.
While I am sure these changes will turn out to be the right choices in the long run, I am also hoping they provide a fix to my winter malaise. As said, the last month has not been pleasant, and I fear an unfortunate side effect has been taking it out on poor Matthew, who does nothing but humor me when I get this way. Guilt, however, compounds my moodiness.. it’s all a vicious cycle which I need to break.
