I don’t want to blog about blogging, but I will say that I am frustrated that I seem to feel like everything I write in this space has to be long and thoughtful and perfectly crafted. That kind of thinking is keeping me from writing at all. So I’m going to do a quick post while I wait for celebrity feminist blogger Anne Theriault to come over and make flower crowns while I clean my apartment.
Oh internet, things are so up in the air right now.
I moved to Toronto nearly two years ago. I took a full-time permanent job working on the Because I am a Girl campaign. I had an apartment with a kitchen that I loved, and a broken heart.
I am not settled, though. I am displaced again because my landords are moving back into my place. And my communications company isn’t really off the ground yet which means my apartment hunting is happening alongside my looking for long-term-part-time or short-term-full-time communications work (check me out on Linkedin! Tell your friends!)
When do I get to the part where things aren’t changing anymore? (Spoiler alert: I don’t.)
I am well equipped to deal with this transition. I have a fantastic community and great skills and new patterns and a much improved baseline anxiety level. I know I am not doing anything so romantic as closing my eyes and jumping. I have learned what I want in my living space and I have learned what I want in my job and I have learned what I want in my relationships. The time it took me to learn those things was not wasted time.
To keep this momentum, I need to get enough sleep and eat enough vegetables and make enough decisions.
I also need to go get dressed, because Anne is going to be here any minute.