Since moving into the new apartment, there's been a great calming down. Something about the permanence, or semi-permanence of a lease and knowing that my room is MY ROOM lends to that feeling of refuge.
I got a phone call Friday night. It was from Kidville. I'd interviewed with them a while back (about a month) for a Front Desk Admin position and didn't get the job. But the location where I interviewed passed my resume on to a new location that's opening up on October first. The franchise owner wanted to meet for an interview Saturday morning.
Saturday morning we met at a great coffee place just off of 14th called "Think Coffee." The owner guy bought me coffee and we talked numbers and business. And I got hired. That brings the count up to 2 freelance jobs, 2 regular have-to-show-up jobs. Sooooo... here's what life looks like now...
Mondays
Morning: freelance work & Run.
1:30 - 8:00 Doc
Tuesdays
8:00 - 6:00 KV
Laundry
Wednesdays
Morning: freelance & Run
1:30 - 8:00 Doc
Thursday
Morning: freelance & Run
1:30 - 8:00 Doc
Friday
8:00 - 6:00 KV
Grocery shop
Saturday
8:00 - 6:00 KV/alternating day off.
Sunday
8:00 - 6:00 KV/alternating day off.
I'm going to be TIRED. And it's going to be tough to not have 3 days off a week. But I'm going to do it. And I'm going to pay off all my debts. And I'm going to be able to buy a nice dresser and set of bookshelves... and a box spring/bedframe.
But isn't that the balance we always fight?
Not working enough = play time but no play money.
Working too much = play money, but no play time.
I wore through another pair of shoes this week. Now when I say wore through... I don't mean that they look tired or are uncomfortable or that the innards got all scrunched up by the toes... I mean that if you take the shoe off and look at the hole in the bottom, there's daylight on the other side. Tamara said we should probably take pictures of the shoes and build a photo memorial on the apartment wall "Shoes Nanette Killed." Like the heads of deer people keep... my walking trophies.
Things are calming down. I'm settling in... Getting more comfortable.
For example.. Last month - MTA charged my debit card $104 for an unlimited card and did not give me the card. I cried in the subway station.
This month - MTA charged me $104 twice and only gave me one card and not a tear has been shed. It'll be okay. It'll sort out. I have a reliable income and know that I'm okay. I mean it really pooped on my finances, but I'll get the money back AND have rent paid on time.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Monday, September 3, 2012
Consistency...
I've had a lot of conversations and facebook stalking epiphanies this week about consistency. I believe I've wanted to move to NYC since I was in 6th grade... as a notion to become a broadway actress, film star, opera singer... and other narcissistic careers. I guess we all have those dreams. That larger than life striving.
I want to become an astronaut!
I want to become a writer!
I want to become a superhero!
I may not be singing, acting or actively creating for money. But I'm living my dream. I made it out here. I said I would and I have. Even if I change my mind later and decide that NYC isn't for me anymore... I can definitely say I'm not a quitter. Never have been. If anything I'm guilty of sticking through for too long. Bullheaded. I want things to be a certain way. They will be a certain way. I will give them a chance to turn out a certain way. When they don't. I have committed 5+ years to that certain thing and it hasn't happened yet... but not out of lack of fortitude. I'll tell you what.
So I'm learning new things about myself. 25 and still learning. I hope to say that when I'm 50, 60, 70 and beyond.
I may not be succeeding, but I'm learning about the need to go with the flow, to let go.
I'm learning that in a fast-paced city, patience is even more important than anywhere I've been before.
I'm learning that stress is a constant. It will be everywhere. There is no escaping, only changing your approach in coping and stress management.
It's been crazy starting my life over. In so many ways, I feel like it's a throw back to freshman year. Knowing it will take time to get on my feet. To land that job that allows me to go on vacations, pay off debts and have a fiscal peace of mind. It takes time to build a steady group of friends and construct history, disagreements and understanding. It is a beautiful thing. It feels odd to go through this sorta late in life though... a second freshman year at 25.
25. How weird... many of my peers have children or spouses or even second or third spouses. Many of my peers are in their career paths or have master's degrees. I wonder if they go through some of these same feelings. Probably, as we all have much more in common than we talk about. Is that where they saw themselves. Are they living their dreams? It's none of my business... I know. But that doesn't keep me from being curious.
Life sure is interesting.
Right now it's settling. Landed in the apartment for the year. Slowly learning to walk my infantile self down the streets of NYC. A regular job. Supplemental income.
I organize and prep myself for that moment when things can come together and I move from walk to RUN.
I want to become an astronaut!
I want to become a writer!
I want to become a superhero!
I may not be singing, acting or actively creating for money. But I'm living my dream. I made it out here. I said I would and I have. Even if I change my mind later and decide that NYC isn't for me anymore... I can definitely say I'm not a quitter. Never have been. If anything I'm guilty of sticking through for too long. Bullheaded. I want things to be a certain way. They will be a certain way. I will give them a chance to turn out a certain way. When they don't. I have committed 5+ years to that certain thing and it hasn't happened yet... but not out of lack of fortitude. I'll tell you what.
So I'm learning new things about myself. 25 and still learning. I hope to say that when I'm 50, 60, 70 and beyond.
I may not be succeeding, but I'm learning about the need to go with the flow, to let go.
I'm learning that in a fast-paced city, patience is even more important than anywhere I've been before.
I'm learning that stress is a constant. It will be everywhere. There is no escaping, only changing your approach in coping and stress management.
25. How weird... many of my peers have children or spouses or even second or third spouses. Many of my peers are in their career paths or have master's degrees. I wonder if they go through some of these same feelings. Probably, as we all have much more in common than we talk about. Is that where they saw themselves. Are they living their dreams? It's none of my business... I know. But that doesn't keep me from being curious.
Life sure is interesting.
Right now it's settling. Landed in the apartment for the year. Slowly learning to walk my infantile self down the streets of NYC. A regular job. Supplemental income.
I organize and prep myself for that moment when things can come together and I move from walk to RUN.
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