Well, it's here.
I don't even get a week off for the holidays this year (though depending on how I feel, I might make it so anyway), but it's okay.
Spent Christmas alone, New Year's alone, and have basically decided that the way to save my sanity is to have absolutely no expectations for this year to be any good at all.
If my visa paperwork goes through so I don't get deported, I still have a job and an apartment and do not end up in the hospital with the rapidly diminishing list of people I still care about still alive and well, I will consider this year a win, I suppose.
I suppose I will say that (like every year) I hope to read more and be able to disconnect and relax, because frankly at this point happiness just doesn't look like it's on the cards for an extended period of time. I hope to remind myself to curb the stress eating and just go to bed instead of relying on a cycle of food comas when I need to turn my brain off and sleep and caffeine when I am forced to be awake.
To sound more positive, I will say what I always do: when left to do my job, as I feel it should be done, I do enjoy it.
I hope, however, that my company will get their telecommuting thing off the ground so that I can at least not go into the office two days a month and save myself even a day or two of having to get up at 7 and get home between 9pm and 2 am.
I hope I can find something to care about that will give me something to look forward to, though saying that is really unfair to sleep.
Come on 2017, I think the bar is set basically as low as it can be for you. Try to bunny-hop over it.
I don't even get a week off for the holidays this year (though depending on how I feel, I might make it so anyway), but it's okay.
Spent Christmas alone, New Year's alone, and have basically decided that the way to save my sanity is to have absolutely no expectations for this year to be any good at all.
If my visa paperwork goes through so I don't get deported, I still have a job and an apartment and do not end up in the hospital with the rapidly diminishing list of people I still care about still alive and well, I will consider this year a win, I suppose.
I suppose I will say that (like every year) I hope to read more and be able to disconnect and relax, because frankly at this point happiness just doesn't look like it's on the cards for an extended period of time. I hope to remind myself to curb the stress eating and just go to bed instead of relying on a cycle of food comas when I need to turn my brain off and sleep and caffeine when I am forced to be awake.
To sound more positive, I will say what I always do: when left to do my job, as I feel it should be done, I do enjoy it.
I hope, however, that my company will get their telecommuting thing off the ground so that I can at least not go into the office two days a month and save myself even a day or two of having to get up at 7 and get home between 9pm and 2 am.
I hope I can find something to care about that will give me something to look forward to, though saying that is really unfair to sleep.
Come on 2017, I think the bar is set basically as low as it can be for you. Try to bunny-hop over it.
