I’m actually feeling rather icky. It’s Thursday of a long week…career week, with a midterm paper due and a drawing of Suzzallo staircase. I went to one career meeting and there is another this afternoon. I am trying to decide whether or not to go. I really don’t want to go anywhere. On the other hand, it’s valuable information about how to be a working artist, how to prepare a portfolio, and stuff like that. Stuff I really need to know. But I’m mentally and emotionally bleh. I’m just tired. I am home now and the sun is shining through the windows and it’s warm. It’s ice cold outside and windy. Miserable. I would probably find it easier to go if I had a car today. I need to do laundry and homework today, no matter how exhausted I am. Physically…I have been really craving sweets ALL THE TIME. I haven’t exercised this week, though I have been doing a lot of dragging shit around either behind me or on my shoulder or both. I feel like hibernating. In the winter, I am jealous of cats who curl up into a ball in the window. I wish I had a job or something that gave me winters off. Not that I want to work longer the other days of the year, of course.
Maybe four day weeks for the rest of the year.
I have been mostly focusing on breathing all week. Breathe, breathe, breathe, keep breathing.
There are so many things I need to be taken care of.
At least eight hours of sleep
Showers and lotions to stay clean and moisturized
Healthy food (fruit, veggies, grains)
Lots of water
Deep cleansing belly breaths
Warm clothes
Exercise
Stretching
Homework time
Art time
Remember to stay present and focused on the moment and be aware of my body
Homemaking time
Quality time with Dan
Quality time with girlfriends
Stay in touch with family
Good posture; keep focusing on your core
Find time for transcendence/spirituality
Brush and floss my teeth
On top of all of that, I need to figure out how to work toward a career.
The number one thing to remember is balance. I need to find an equilibrium that feels good, that is manageable, and that brings me peace. Right now I’m doing really well at drinking water, breathing, showers and lotions, and Dan time. I mean, we kind of reserve the weekends for that. But we do cuddle during the week, even when we’re both exhausted and are existing in different worlds.
It’s hard not to feel bad about myself sometimes. That is a hell of a lot to do, and I guess most people don’t work that hard at taking care of themselves. But it should be true that if I take care of myself first, the other parts of life will fall into place a little easier.
Are the career fairs the same every year? Or do the subjects change? Do the career fairs happen once a year or once a quarter? Annual. They’re annual. *reads website* OK, this is good news. There is a Husky Career Network available 24/7 to answer any questions I have at any time. But questions! I don’t have questions. I just have blank spaces and confusion. XD All right…part of the deal is, I don’t know what’s out there. The information I got at the last career session I went to was actually pretty overwhelming. It would take me forever to browse it, and plus, I just won’t have time to browse it for a while…at least until the weekend, possibly not till Spring Break.
I am so scared about starting a career. How soon should I start looking to be an intern? Maybe my junior year? Maybe I should ask Dan this. Maybe I should ask the Husky thingy. Maybe I should go to the thing this afternoon and ask.
All right. I’m going to eat lunch and take some time to chill. I’m getting myself riled up asking myself all of these questions. If I still feel overwhelmed at three, I won’t go. Simple as that. <3
P.S. I just realized something. I’m feeling really anxious that if I miss today’s session, I’ll miss some valuable information that I will never have an opportunity to learn again and that I’ll be forever screwed. But that makes no sense! There is always plenty of available information, and as I get nearer to graduating, there will be LOTS of information available to me. I don’t need to freak out. I need to trust the universe a little. It’s not like being an artist is a secret that the world is trying to keep from me.