Dagmar, I wish I could take your husband aside and teach him my personal mantra for the past six months, which as I've said before, is: "You have to go through it to get through it." Same thing with getting a good job. A job that matches your training and expertise and also offers pay and benefits at the level you want is not something you're offered right off, when you're just entering a profession. But you may end up with one if you do well at the one you've got, and make contacts, and learn some things or accomplish some things you can add to your resume. Sometimes there is just no skipping the steps in between, no matter what your chronological age is.
Or maybe your husband is like me, and feels a little afraid of the feeling of hopeful optimism. On Monday night, at the meeting at the apartment complex with the project manager/architect and contractor, I and my fellow refugee ground-floor apartment residents heard that the renovation is **supposed to** be complete by the end of March. Yes, we're supposed to have liveable living quarters by that date. I'd been imagining a whole year passing. To hear that it could happen in three months' time filled me with hope and elation. But then I found myself frightened by this feeling, and fearing disappointment, so I tamped it down. My mind started up with the "Yeah, but ..." narrative. ("Yeah, but who's ever heard of a building project being completed on time?" "Yeah, but what about the weather? No one can say for sure it's going to continue to be so temperate and pleasant for guys working outside in unheated half-framed quarters." "Yeah, but what if they do a crummy job because they worked so quickly, and we have callbacks for another six months afterward?" "Yeah, but how do they define 'finished' and 'liveable'?") I know it's a self-protective reflex & a defense mechanism, but sometimes I think it keeps me worrying over things that don't come to pass or robs me of enjoyment of the present moment.
Everyone's account of their Christmas preparations is freaking me out. Because I've been buying & buying for ME, ME, ME, trying to replace stuff, and so I feel guilty for not having turned outward much. I'd better get some Christmas cards, at the very least, to thank people for their attention and kindness.
I am wiped out today from going nonstop since my drive down to the Pocano Mountain area and then over to New York on Sunday, my reunion with my old gym, a full day of work and the aforementioned meeting, and then my walk-through of my apartment with the contractor and his Sharpie pen, marking on the framing & making notes, and my visit to the furniture restorer. Then there was the five-hour drive back, with me eating an Energy Bar while steering around tractor trailers on Route 17. Why hasn't the weekend come yet?
It's weird how, when I am overtired, my signals get crossed & I want to eat. My appetite is endless on days like this.






and failed and failed
. And then the "shift" happened. Something inside me changed. No logical
explanation.


