Thursday, July 21, 2016
Lies and how to inhabit them
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Reinventing Susan
Sunday, June 26, 2016
Tantra Lake
Not a bad little neighborhood where we landed. Last night I demanded that Z walk with me to this spot a few minutes from our home. We watched the sun set behind these mountains as a juvenile goose made its way toward us. One feather poking up from its back, which made us smile thinking about an old cartoon Z used to watch as a toddler, where a crotchety old penguin had the same single feather-sticking-out problem. A male mallard started swimming toward us. Then more geese. 17 to be exact. And 3 more ducks. And signs to watch out for baby turtles underfoot. I've always dreamed of living in a place like this. Even our cats seem happier here surrounded by new bird calls and cool dry evenings with the windows open.
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
A real bugaboo
It's helpful to Google my sprained ankle symptoms, and to know that there's not much a doctor can do for this particular injury. I have been feeling anxious about being away from my hmo network, and this was a scary wake up call that an unexpected injury or illness could be very costly. It's terrible to think about. But at some point today I need to get my health coverage figured out.
This really put a damper on my "I'm moving to one of the fittest places on earth and I'm going to shed fat and gain strength and look like I belong on Runner's World magazine!" It will have to wait. Meanwhile I can use the time for more practical matters, like applying for jobs and healthcare. "I'm going to use my free time to apply for jobs and healthcare!" doesn't roll off my tongue the same way, unfortunately. The bright side is that I'm self-directed now. If I remain in this mindset I'll never have to "work" again.
Monday, June 20, 2016
Welcome to Boulder
Monday, June 6, 2016
The last Monday
In honor of my fellow blogger who quotes the songs that speak to her current mood, I leave this as my way of explaining/excusing my exit from Joel Oppenheimer. I changed Jo to J.O., for obvious reasons.
Will you say you love me J.O.?
How am I supposed to know?
When you go under the waste
What am I supposed to say?
I see people on the floor
They're slidin' to the sea
Can't stay here anymore
We're turning into thieves
If I stay here trouble will find me
If I stay here I'll never leave
If I stay here trouble will find me
I believe
J.O. I'll always think of you
As the kind of child who knew
This was never gonna last
Oh J.O. you fell so fast
Hey J.O. sorry I hurt you, but they say love is a virtue don't they?
Hey J.O. sorry I hurt you, but they say love is a virtue don't they?
Hey J.O. sorry I hurt you, but they say love is a virtue don't they?
Hey J.O. sorry I hurt you, but they say love is a virtue don't they?
I see people on the floor
They're slidin' to the sea
Can't stay here anymore
We're turning into thieves
I see you rushing now
Tell me how to reach you
I see you rushing now
What did Harvard teach you?
I see you rushing now
Tell me how to reach you
I see you rushing now
What did Harvard teach you?
I see you rushing now
Tell me how to reach you
I see you rushing now
What did Harvard teach you?
I see you rushing now
Tell me how to reach you
I see you rushing now
What did Harvard teach you?
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Long strides
When I was asked to come for an interview in Boulder, I didn't ask questions, I just booked my ticket and came. The five days leading up to my appointment were filled with anxiety. The only way I could soothe myself was to think that I was surely qualified for the position and that soon I would be notifying my boss that a better opportunity had come along.
That didn't quite pan out. The meeting was great; I am such a fan of the work that art therapists do with families and children, and this center is no exception. However, I learned that I am overqualified for the job, and that had I already moved in and formed a network in Boulder I would be more desirable for this position. I was given a full hour of the director's time and she sent me off with a good luck. I know I'll return to volunteer at some point, but I'm not expecting anything more.
Now, the real magic. Since I would be driving through Denver on my way to Boulder, I requested a meeting with a woman who runs a paper conservation lab. She responded coolly but nevertheless I was thrilled to be allowed a peek. I arrived early, casually parked the car in front of the building, and helped myself to a coffee next door. I could already feel myself easing into this fantasy of starting a new career in this historic section of town, in this old crumbly building that oozes with character.
Beth greeted me warmly, and appeared more relaxed than in her photo. She showed me into the library, where we talked about techniques, experiences, career paths. She described her earlier career in art therapy, and wished me luck with my upcoming interview. As she showed me out, I reveled at the ping pong table she converted into a portable work station, covered with folders containing artwork exactly like I pull every day to work on. In the course of talking about fellow conservators, she left me with numerous names of people who would be happy to speak with me about my aspirations. And what's more is that she recommended creating a business identity of my own, so that others could hire me as a subcontractor. This was something I had fantasized about but never fleshed out fully, assuming that getting set up on my own would be too big a burden. But to my surprise, Beth informed me that setting up a business is relatively cheap and easy in Colorado.
This was a bombshell. I know that my brother set himself up this way to do web design, and that everyone who has pulled this off says it's the only way to go. I'm in the best position now to make this work, and I even have names of conservators to align myself with. All that's left is doing the work. It's so simple.
I can't help but notice all the self reliant women here who are doing the work, making a life here like pioneer folk, blazing trails and helping others along so they can experience all there is to enjoy when you set your sights high. It's crazy but I'm starting to feel like I'm being reborn as the mature self I always wished I would become.
