A few weeks ago, Kim Derting asked if I would help plan the day for her Book Release on March 16th. Of course I said I would, because planning events is one of my very favorite activities ever. But this isn't my profession, or my own small business. This is Kim knowing that I'm all bossy and Julie McCoy and shit, so things will get done. So now I'm on the Official Planning Committee, but since no one nominated me for Chairman right off the bat, I'll probably have to make up a little campaign flier for our next meeting.
You think I'm kidding, don't you? You think I couldn't possibly be that Rachel Berry-ish. But I am, sort of. I'm all over this new project, partly because it's fun to do, partly because it's way cool to hang out with a published author, and partly because it's totally surreal to be - even remotely - put in charge of handling her fans at Borders next month.
But I'd do this for any friend. I think what I'm enjoying more than anything is that I have a purpose. Something to do, something to get done, on a time schedule. In my current world, would anyone care if I didn't get the laundry done today? Jack would've taken his PE shirt, dirty and wrinkled and stinking to high heaven, right out of the laundry basket and worn it without a second thought today. As it was, it did get washed, but he might not even have noticed that it was clean had he not had to pull it out of the dryer himself as he ran out the door.
Three weeks - maybe a month - ago, I took all the pictures off my picture wall, with all good intentions of remodeling my photo gallery. That's as far as I got. Everything needed to complete this is still sitting under the end table, the wall is still bare, and guess what? No one cares! Not one word about when this project is going to get done. No supervisor leaving me snippy emails about my lack of follow-through, no coworkers complaining that they're tired of tripping over the crap in my in-basket.
I know that many of you envy that kind of day-to-day To Do List, and I am, without a doubt, extremely fortunate to be able to work at my own pace. But I've forgotten how motivating it is when someone else is depending on me to meet a deadline. Must get done = Will get done. I like that.
On another note, I'm excited to report that, in addition to working on a task I enjoy, I may be able to attribute part of this drive to the new Remedy. One week of the magic potion, and I am feeling fabulous. No, really, I mean this. I can tell the difference. Not a drastic difference, like I'm a whole new person, but a noticeable difference in specific things: I am sleeping better, I am eating better (by choice) and I am drinking & eating less (without struggling). I am calmer and less weepy, and I'm about 75% less tired during the day than I was a week ago. The best way to describe it is that I feel softer.
One more week with this one, then I go in for a remedy tune-up and some diet/nutrition counseling. It's the best I've felt in a really, really long time, without taking Ambien, or being drunk, or both. I'm definitely a believer now.
Thanks for the ideas on what to do with my next (100th!) post. I love that there are so many people out there who agree that it's a big deal! Still not sure what I'm going to do and I'm a little stressed about it....
...see? Rachel Berry really is my role model.