In the brink of idleness, I never seem to be humbled by my proven aversion to leisure lifestyles.
Among other, avoided feelings such as homesickness, heartbreak, and humiliation, unproductivity is also a state in which its consequential feelings I so willingly run away from.
But rarely do you ever find yourself
actually living a life of leisure at 26. I could be applying for jobs or studying for my licensure, for example. After much thought and some consultation from Cliff, I think it's best I indulge in my self-care for the following weeks until I return from our trip to soCal. Also, I just wrapped up my hosting duties showing my New York City first-timer family members around the place that I have worshipped and loved and lived in. I've never hosted my whole family before, mostly because my family rarely travels outside of the west coast, but also because I know it's silly to be so idyllic about a family trip. When family is involved, it will always be stressful. My biggest worry was that I was going to snap at my parents at least 90% of the time, but I successfully only snapped 25% of the time. And they were marvelous chameleons to urban-life, so that made things much easier.
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| accomodating last minute changes |
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| lol |
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| minus sissy |
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| lol |
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| I inheirted her height |
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| my twin |
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| ! |
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| can't get over this city |
For now, I'm enjoying the fact that I can pick up a novel without obligation and write in this blog with a sigh of relief.
I wish I knew how to explain how much it means to me to finally call myself a social worker.
