Hold my Beer
Another Sunday in the books and in true Canadian fashion, we made “outside” plans and it snowed. I just find it funny how you make a plan and the universe just shows up, belches and says “hold my beer”. It’s like being a woman, just when you think you’ve got your periods sorted out, you’ve moved past the child bearing decision years, peri-menopause shows up and just jackknife kicks you in the face - I mean, who doesn’t love 2:30am wake ups for literally no reason. #BLESSED
In other news, we’re making progress with new ADHD meds, the feral squirrels who’ve been in charge of my sanity and moods are starting to calm down slightly, the emotional tornados have dissipated and sun is peaking through the clouds. However, I can confirm this is all a delicate balance that relies heavily on the gym (with a G not a J). I hope my mother in law laughs at that.
I had interviewed for a term position the week before last, it seemed great, culture was inviting, the two ladies I met with were smart, open, kind and it would have been an awesome opportunity. However, it wasn’t meant to be (see my previous comment about the universe). Having said that, I received some really great feedback which reinforced that I live the values that are most important to me. Not getting the opportunity you wanted sucks for anyone, with my specific flavour of trauma and ADHD it really kick starts my “I’m not good enough” rollercoaster. As much as I know on the surface I am enough, the me on the inside isn’t as easily convinced. However, the fact that I see it, I can talk to myself about what I’m feeling and I know it’s the trauma, is a big step. If my psychologist happens to be reading this, you should stretch before our next session. All this to say, I’m managing day by day. I still think I’m in the best possible place for me given everything, as challenging as it is..
I finally finished my Personal Training course, just need to finish the CPR/AED module for that official certificate. I’m actually really excited to define (in writing) my target group and start working on intake, mobility, exercises and strength training plans. Hopefully by the end of the summer things will have taken shape (no pun intended).
Stay tuned for whatever amazing April Fools joke my Step-Dad pulls on my Mom this year - always solid gold!
Here’s a picture of Angus - just because he’s a derp and I love him.
