I’m in a surprisingly buoyant mood, considering the financial shenanigans and overall pi$$-poor attitude from W—I’m annoyed and unhappy with her, but it hasn’t crushed my day or my week, which I will take to be a sign of progress.
Rocking / walking YS to sleep after overnight feedings does help—I love it and embrace it as much as I can, even though it is tiring, and now I have a headache THIS BIG. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Day 3 of new dress shirts—I love how I look, and they fit and look great. I feel so much more confident, and I feel like my relationships with colleagues and students are much better recently, but especially this week.
Thursday looked for Running Club—didn’t see anyone (though I did see a participant from the email list, but she wasn’t going to be there and she affirmed for me that I was in the correct meeting place), so I did a 15-minute run by myself around campus and the track. 15 minutes is probably not very long, but trying to ease my way into it so I won’t wreck myself, get discouraged with it and quit. If the club meets today, the run should be longer. /crosses fingers
Running Club is today, so I have clothes packed. Also followed up about the pool—signed a school waiver for permission to use, then I’ll have to coordinate with security, and the ball is rolling about that.
Found in my faculty mailbox today: A card with my name on it, and “Hi” on the front. Handwritten message inside? “Dear [Bo], I was very down a few days ago, and some kind words from you changed my day. Thank you (underlined). -Anonymous”
Obviously not a student since I’m referred to by first name and not ‘Mr.,’ and it looks like a woman’s handwriting. Thing is, I can’t remember who I talked to, or what I would have said. “Who the F did I talk to and what the F did I say?” Glad I made a difference, and I can use this as an example to my classes about youneverknow what happens from what you say, too.
While I may have struck out on the Spain trip so far, at a rally yesterday, I heard our Performing Arts director talk about a trip to Italy, so that got the gears turning in my head. So, I emailed him and asked for more info and let him know I’d be interested. He emailed me back, said that info is coming soon, and to check back in a couple of weeks if I don’t hear anything further. Nice! Italy is on my bucket list, and it’s especially meaningful for 2 reasons: my dad’s family is from Romania (which was settled in part by the ancient Romans), and as a Catholic, to see Rome and the Vatican and everything associated with that. In this sense, it will be like going home on at least 2 different levels—ancestry in terms of blood, and faith. Plus the food, and potentially the women, tbh.
I might get 2x4ed for this, but whatever—went by Campus Ministry to drop off a letter of rec for a student, and as I walk up to the front desk, the receptionist / admin assistant is eating a beignet, and she has it halfway in her mouth as I’m walking up. She asks if I wanted one, I say “no, I’m good” and then she tells me “they’re really good—I’ve had like 3,” and I just told her “you know what, go for it, you really deserve it.” I recall seeing in a previous thread something about validation and the example of saying to a woman “go ahead, choose the water—it’s healthier for you.”
