I have been off of anti-depressants for two months and keep catching myself being a real jerk and coming close to tears over the wierdest stuff every single day. I hate to take drugs, yet I'm beginning to think longingly of those lovely Zoloft days. H says that I can't stay on drugs forever... that was my theory before I started tearing up over ads in women's magazines. [sigh] I need to give up and go back to the doctor I suppose. I've just missed so much work this year because of my sinuses and the surgery. That is going very well. I can sleep, I can think and I'm not in pain. Yeah!
Around here we have had some very good news. First, H called me last week to tell me our Italian group had received its 501(c)3 tax exempt designation from the IRS. This took six months of research and preparation just to fill out what became an 85 page application. I almost cried when I got the news that we'd been accepted. Second, our Italian group got a feature article in one of the local entertainment weeklies this week. Together this means that "we have arrived," and the pressure is on for us to do some really great things. I suppose we could continue to go with the status quo, but it won't last any longer than the board of directors has energy. I'd like to see this go beyond where we are. I was feeling a little overhwelmed by it all the other day, just because we're at a point where people's personal expectations are starting to surface. I've put so much into it that I have a lot at stake where others do not. Sometimes I feel like I might be the only one interested in what is best for the organization itself. Deep down I don't believe that's true, but I do think that the people who are interested in the well-being of the organization are greatly outnumbered. Somehow I manage to keep more patience with these people than I do my own husband... maybe he just gets the brunt of my frustration. Oh well, onward and upward! Have a great day! -- z
