I ate toast and then played with my hair, which now smells like toast. I write to you today from a circulating maelstrom of uncertainty between stroke versus toast.
The challenging unfamiliarity of my new job has led to a temporary seeking-out of straight-up comfort when I get home. Glorious, dependable comfort. I've spent less time listening to podcasts or writing and more time eating vile quantities of mini chocolates and replaying my favorite Halloween movies while staring at Reddit and forgetting to blink.
It's been nice, but as my mother would go back to business when I stopped spewing into her large, metal baking bowl, I too must begin resuming my more productive lifestyle and continuing to build upon whomever I am at any moment. Perhaps I'll get a gym membership to combat the ghastly desk-job body effect whose coming has been foretold to me. Who knows? Life is a surprisingly emotional diary kept by Heath Ledger's Joker and it ain't tellin' you none of its secrets! Adapt to the inevitable chaos.
Five things have made for a fairly easy transition into the big change of introducing a new career into my lifestyle and I'm going to tell them in the form of my vacation story.
I had something to anticipate. As a side note, if I could give the gift of anticipation for Christmas, I would. I had planned a long weekend trip two weeks after my start date, so the lobotomy-level calmness I feel while writing this is a result of the serendipitously wonderful timing of a mini-vacation.
I'm from Boston - the calmer, more bookish, less ego-driven cousin of New York. I was born in Plymouth and, even though I haven't lived there since I was three, it still feels like home. You can smell the fresh evergreen in the air, the colonial architecture is innately cozy, history is retold through inspiring walks anywhere you go, and it is where my tribe gathers - my magical and musty escape from normalcy. I awaited my arrival with great eagerness. The comforting smells of poor ventilation unique to my relatives' old houses is immediately welcomed by my delicately nostalgic sensory receptors, which are sensitive indeed.
I was reminded to be grateful. My family and I gathered for the jovial occasion of my cousin marrying a great gal and we danced about it. They partied hard and stressed nought a moment. It was an exemplary celebration. If you have a wedding, I suggest you set a daily reminder that it's supposed to be about having fun, but it is important to keep in mind regardless - life is short, love well, and have fun.
While there, I resisted the siren call of the lobster roll and kept the windows down at every opportunity. Boston in September is like Marilyn Monroe - timelessly beautiful, a little wacky, and it'll never get old.
I had the opportunity to take charge and do what I wanted. As I learn the ropes at the bottom of the work totem pole, it's nice to feel some control in my personal life. At long last, I took a day trip to Salem and it was one of the most picture-perfect towns I have ever seen. I walked around with raging joyfulness for a few hours.
I would say I was mostly there for the Hocus Pocus of it all, but the real witch history took me by surprise. I went to The Witch House and was steamrolled by the reality of what it would have been like if I, Goody Hayden, a decided and definite non-witch, were to be accused by some tea partier who held some level of disdain for my love of Rachel Maddow on Facebook and their accusation led to ... oh... me being PUT IN A DUNGEON UNTIL BEING HUNG. What a petty bunch of sheepy bitches those crazy people were. The list of Salem Witches that I bought as a Halloween decoration is no longer a festive souvenir, but completely disturbing.
The takeaway: witches should be allowed to not die by hanging, people can be terrible, and yet New England is still the most delightfully charming place in our country. Oh yes, and be grateful for your lack of persecution in our electrified and plumbed society. I also visited Paul Revere's house and felt weird about the Revolution and how reluctant Americans still are about paying taxes. And that was that! Made it back on my broomstick with minimal turbulence.
I have found a new source of anticipation to keep me busy when my stressful thoughts start to cloud over - October! In getting back to my productive state... I'm having a Halloween party, so instead of thinking of blog topics, I've been obsessively cataloguing decorative whims and it's JUST what I needed - a replacement for vacation anticipation - a splendidly macabre outlet - my delightfully grim calling for this October of 2015!
In the initial weeks of my new job, I gave myself permission to relax at home and indulge in comforts. I had to be on 100% and learning something new to get further along, so if I was exhausted when I got home I would just have to allow it! As long as I remember that this development does not mean I am done improving (as evidenced by how they have yet to make the mold for my golden commemorative statue), I can take a break as warranted.
In closing, if you're anticipating a big change, try to line up some buffers along the way that will allow you to either escape your space or do some things you'd look forward to. It has helped me tremendously. So, seasons greetings, guys and ghouls! Keep busy, watch some scary movies, and let the thrill of seasonal foreboding wash over you in the best way.
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