get outta town

Ok, ok. I lied. I’m blogging out of boredom. I am so anxious/excited/fucking relieved that I leave for New York in 6 hours. Yes, I’m at work. No, I won’t be able to sleep since no one would cover my shift (grr!) but I will nap on the plane, drink some espresso, and Kelly and I discussed lying in Central Park reading for the afternoon, maybe napping, followed by a night out?

Who knows, really. I don’t like making strict schedules. All I know that is that my sanity depends on getting out of Chicago for awhile. Not to escape problems or run away from work, but just because I feel the physical and emotional urge to travel at LEAST once a year. I think one 5-day vacation is meager considering how much I like to travel, but I just have to make due.

After several discussions with friends and my mother, I realized that my emotional roller-coaster was result of a variety of things:

Hormones
Drinking too much
Not fully realizing how fucking good I have it lately

I’m done being down on myself. I work hard. Yeah, maybe I like to drink a bit too much, but I am functioning. I show up to work, get my shit done, and pay my damn bills. And other than very recently, I only go out once a week or so.

Yeah, so…I’m fine!

I’m excited about catching up with old friends in New York and meeting some cool people in publishing. I think it will further motivate me. I plan on pitching two stories to the Sun-Times when I get back as well. One involves a personals site, which I had a rather interesting experience with last week.

Oh, and a big effing event occurred today: my sister’s first day of HIGH SCHOOL. I can’t even believe it and it literally makes me want to burst into tears. I feel so old!

I never wanted her to get older, but I suppose it will be amazing when she can drive up to the city on her own and hang out with me.

I’m so completely satisfied in so many aspects of my life. And if I were 100% satisfied in EVERY aspect of my life, I would have nothing to look forward to. Boo to that.

Oh, mood swings. I’m so glad my mother passed them down to me…