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Do you ever have a really great day and start thinking, "Life has been going so well, I must be forgetting to deal with something that's going to totally ruin everything any minute now"?
...no? Maybe that's just me.
Because, really. Things are going well. Things are going suspiciously well. I'm in an intensive Greek course with a great instructor that's costing me less than the original planned course, takes less time, and has more personal attention. I've acquired a new hobby that's both physical activity (which I always need more of) and amazingly fun, which is full of friendly and helpful people who are always happy to give me advice or a hand, and which I'm actually improving at slowly. My schedule's more or less solid, so my mood's staying pretty consistently good. I see real live people in the city on a semi-regular basis.
Dear god. It's terrifying. What am I missing?
There is, at least, the fact that Greek is difficult and brain-melting and a constant exhausting challenge. And I'm not really getting any writing done, due to the aforementioned brain-melting. And...um...I haven't done much knitting recently, either. Kinda let my video game progress stall on several good games due to all the tired.
Still. I'm thinking of going climbing with a guided group to one of the local parks, where there's apparently a great rock with lots of different difficulties and complete shade if you go before noon. It sounds like a great deal of fun, and something I could totally do.
Life is fantastic! I just know I'm missing some incipient doom that I ought to be bracing for. Or dealing with before it becomes doom. Somewhere out there.
...no? Maybe that's just me.
Because, really. Things are going well. Things are going suspiciously well. I'm in an intensive Greek course with a great instructor that's costing me less than the original planned course, takes less time, and has more personal attention. I've acquired a new hobby that's both physical activity (which I always need more of) and amazingly fun, which is full of friendly and helpful people who are always happy to give me advice or a hand, and which I'm actually improving at slowly. My schedule's more or less solid, so my mood's staying pretty consistently good. I see real live people in the city on a semi-regular basis.
Dear god. It's terrifying. What am I missing?
There is, at least, the fact that Greek is difficult and brain-melting and a constant exhausting challenge. And I'm not really getting any writing done, due to the aforementioned brain-melting. And...um...I haven't done much knitting recently, either. Kinda let my video game progress stall on several good games due to all the tired.
Still. I'm thinking of going climbing with a guided group to one of the local parks, where there's apparently a great rock with lots of different difficulties and complete shade if you go before noon. It sounds like a great deal of fun, and something I could totally do.
Life is fantastic! I just know I'm missing some incipient doom that I ought to be bracing for. Or dealing with before it becomes doom. Somewhere out there.