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It’s been so long…
It’s been so long since I wrote anything here I don’t even want to bother trying to catch up anymore. The good news is I live alone now (queue Empty Nest Syndrome!), so I have much more time. I also quit my part-time job as a behavioral therapist to focus more on my freelance work, so I hope to show up more here. You can’t promote your work if you don’t have a blog that you visit occasionally, right? Don’t worry; I hate over-promoting, so I’ll keep it on a need-to-know basis and save the PR drop bombs for Instagram, but I do need to not take my friends here for granted. Sigh… remember when we checked in every day? Those were the days.
What do you want to know? Leave any curiosities or questions in the comments, and I’ll try to answer them in my next post.
My latest news is:
I’m not working as a behavioral therapist anymore. I quit cold turkey. It was hard to do. I had a new client, and my hours were very late. It got to the point where I felt like I was banging my head against the wall. I was tired and so was the client. The new client was violent and unpredictable, and I found myself afraid and dreading sessions. I wanted to help the family, and I knew I could, but it was tough, and unfortunately, the pay was so low. Why are the industry’s least experienced and lowest-paid employees thrown into the fire with the most dangerous and complicated people? I was very insecure about how well I was doing. The parents knew ABA better than I did, and I felt like I was on stage and being judged for my lack of experience. Of course, I wasn’t. The parents liked me and were pleased to have me. It breaks my heart that I let them down. But with the help of Matt, my very Virgo planner bf, I did a cost analysis and realized this job was hurting me more than it was helping me. I’m still interested in the field and can see myself returning in some way. I will take early childhood development classes at my local junior college and see where that takes me.
Bug moved out. It wasn’t on bad terms, but we were both stretched to our maximum stress capacity, and she decided her dad could help her more than I could. It was hard for me, I won’t lie. I have missed her. I always thought she’d be with me until she was in her thirties and beyond. We’ve been a unit since 2006. But she’s also a free bird and stretching her wings. I did the same thing when I turned 18. I know she might be back, and she knows she will always be welcome here.
My niece is the new Bug when it comes to taking photos. She visits now and then so I can get my “little fix.” I do love littles. I also love being the aunt who can send her home and have a glass of wine with a 1000-piece puzzle and an audiobook. I love living alone. It’s bizarre how much I love it. I organize and rearrange my apartment to my heart’s content. I develop complicated routines and then break them. I stay home every day, cook dinner for myself, and never feel guilty about not going out. Is it big-headed to say I love my own company? I never get bored! I have so many things I love doing; I never have enough time in the day to do them all!
I’ll let you know when it gets old, but so far, so good!
If you have any graphic design/illustration work, send it my way! I’m back in the game.
xo
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Family Matters, place holder posts, Slow Living, Slow News Day, spilling my guts, The Flower Business
Is It Spring Yet?
This winter has been incredibly hard for just about everyone I know. There have been more challenges than usual, more mental illness than we are used to, and more bad news than usual. Is that even possible? Or am I looking at the world as a half-empty glass?
After what seems like forever, I feel it in my bones that things are changing. I feel it every day when the sun comes out a little more and the gloom and cold gradually drift away. I haven’t been this excited about spring since I had a massive garden with baby pea pods popping up from the ground when I lived in the sticks. Remember that joy? It was great.
When Cody and I walk every morning, I feel more hopeful. I’m sorry I haven’t shown up here much. I’ve been working a lot, but mostly, I spend my free time self-soothing on a stream of social media content. It’s such a bad habit. I used to show up here to self-soothe, but I’ve gotten addicted to spacing out on lively content just as badly as everyone else.
So here’s a quick recap for the books (and by books, I mean my book, which is this online journal). February came and went. I felt all thirty days of it. Valentine’s was excellent because I have a convenient long-distance boyfriend who shows up when I need a man fix. Long-distance relationships have their perks. I made one bouquet of red flowers, which I love. I should have made more; my phone rang off the hook, but I wasn’t prepared because overhead capital has been scarce. It takes money to make money, etc.
Bug invited her boyfriend to their winter formal with this cute puzzle she ordered online. Isn’t it cool how social media has changed how people ask each other out to dances these days? It’s a crazy, creative show-off contest. I feel bad for people who don’t have the time or energy to think up new ways of asking each other out. But I like what they do come up with. Of course, I made the flowers.
The Farmer’s Market has been a joy. Bug is in charge of groceries these days, and she has bougie tastes. I am not complaining, especially since she’s buying. I’m so proud of this kid.
I’m doing flowers for a couple of weddings next month, so we made a quick trip to the Cantina to take photos and do inventory. I’m very excited about these weddings. I’m sure I’ll be sharing pictures here soon.
The biggest spring news is that Bug and I are finally moving out of our expensive apartment that I can’t afford. My mom and I went apartment-hunting and found several more apartments just out of my budget. I’m trying to get approved for one of them, and I have high hopes that I’ll pull it off with more hustling, but the risk is still very frightening. The hardest part is that Bug will have to go live with her dad if I don’t find an apartment to move to. Of course, he’s happy about that, but I’m crying every day at the thought. She’s not ready to be a full-grown adult yet. The world is too scary and expensive!! I can’t say more about that, but you know this over-protective mama’s heart.
I do have a safety net with my parents. If I didn’t have so many responsibilities in Orange County, I’d move home in a minute.
I mean, look at these guys. Who wouldn’t want to live with them? They are adorable. And, no, Bug can’t move home with my parents with me. There are HOA politics there, and Bug has a job and a life here.
So I comfort myself while I wait with pets and early morning walks. Things will be better soon.
Keep us in your prayers.
p.s. This month’s banner was created with AI. I know! It’s cheating and not the usual SAJ style, but it took forever to get something similar done. Clicking out petal by petal takes so much time! Messing around with AI generation got me the same result in a fraction of the time!! It’s a little wonky—too many gradients, inconsistent light source—but you know what? If I didn’t knock it out, I probably wouldn’t even be writing this post.