Okay, I’m supposed to find something I wrote five years ago, and say how things are the same or different.
From NoJoMo 2011:
NJM Day 15 – 11/15/2011
1. Using a maximum of 15 songs, what is the playlist of your life so far?
This one is really tough, because my life’s been so damn odd. It’s funny that I’m having trouble answering this one considering the seemingly always-on playlist running through my head.
Probably stems from time spent working in radio….
What I have noticed lately is that certain songs do have that sort of emotional effect on me I once thought impossible….people getting overly emotional about a song. I just didn’t get it when I was younger. I guess I sort of do, now. But more than that, I think I notice the songwriter’s emotions more these days, perhaps appreciate them more.
This is especially true when it comes to relationship emotions. Before I met my wife, I though a lot of the romantic sentiments were hokey; having now felt the same things, I understand.
Since my dad died last year, I’ve been unable to get a full listen in to Love Without End, Amen by George Strait. Pops up on random on iTunes, comes over the radio, whatever, I can’t listen, even all the way to the first chorus.
But, as for what’s describing me now, I have no idea. What I put up with I don’t think is captured perfectly by any one song. I’m tired. There’s songs that capture that, but not tired in the way I’m tired. Not in pain the way I’m in pain.
2. What comes to mind when you hear the term “comfort food?” Share the recipe (if it has a recipe) and why it is your comfort food.
I think most people think of old-fashioned homemade stuff; you’re not going to find a reasonable example at TGIRubilibees. Can I think of a single specific one? No, not right now. So how’s it made? Chances are, the recipe starts with, “first you make a roux…“
3. Aside from money, if you could have anything, but only one more thing than you currently have, what would you get, and why?
A long break. Without pain. Material things mean so little to me these days.
Notes:
~hugs~ I wish there was a miracle for us. Have you tried that Low Dose Naltrexone therapy? I did, but it didn’t work for me. [Cats Rule] 11/18/2011 2:36:27
This was one I wrote from prompts. I don’t know, really, that a lot has changed.
I am still tired. Exhausted.
When I wrote that entry five years ago, I was just a few weeks removed from my honeymoon. Yes, there was stress involved with that due to the travel. Even when we were there, we spent a lot of time worrying about getting one place or another. See this. Do that. Visit these people.
Aside from our time actually on the train, maybe we didn’t spend enough time just relaxing as the two of us.
Since then, it’s only gotten worse.
She’s in school. I’m bouncing back-and-forth to doctors’ appointments. On top of really not having enough money to do much of anything.
I’m reminded of Office Space, and the discussion between Peter and Lawrence. What would you do if you were rich enough that you didn’t have to work?
Other than two chicks at the same time, nothing.
Unfortunately, I’m in no position to do that. In my current role, I don’t even get paid holidays, much less leave and sick leave.
In the job I had five years ago, I got four weeks’ comprehensive leave. Oh, and I wasn’t going to be paying $700/mo. for health insurance.
I apologize in the turn into curtness, here. This afternoon’s meeting signaled that my situation is not at all unique.
But it doesn’t mean I should be okay with it, either.
I have my Georgetown appointment recap penciled-in for Thursday. Maybe by then I’ll have more to say. Right now, there’s not much.