Saturday, February 27, 2010

the winter of my discontent

Every weekend season or so, I fall into a weird funk in which my mind meanders through all the things I could be doing with my life. This has nothing to do with not liking my current situation (love my marriage, family, job, and friends as are) nor does it have anything to do with reality. It has a lot to do with me being a Virgo; I used to keep a scrap of a magazine horoscope that highlighted my sign's tendency to harbor a "vague sense of dissatisfaction."

Regardless of the reasons or plausibility, this infliction makes me halt all activities that don't immediately affect my health or well-being (so basically I've been going to work, eating, sleeping, and occasionally interacting with husband & children). I'm trying to work through it by saying it out loud, to you. So you can tell me I'm crazy; I don't listen to myself very well sometimes.

Fantastical ideas I've been having lately, for no good reasons:
  1. Being a stay-at-home mom again
  2. Buying a new house
  3. Changing to a different church (this is totally Donald Miller's fault as I've been reading Blue Like Jazz)
  4. Attempting to be a real-live author
  5. Teaching overseas
  6. Moving overseas, teaching or not
  7. Begging LiveWire! to let me work for them
  8. Taking classes to really finally become a decent cook
  9. Hiring a housekeeper
  10. Buying an entirely new wardrobe
  11. Staying in bed for 72 hours
  12. Getting a dog
  13. Fasting
  14. Trying out for Survivor