Mind Jumble

Hi friends,

I have quite a bit on my mind tonight and, to be honest, I'm not sure where to start. I want to talk about 'Laguna Beach' and how, although I am hooked on it, I am starting to question the show's honesty. I want to talk about the upcoming Holiday season and how I plan on surviving yet another Yuletide under the mistletoe alone. I could talk for hours about how the three to six inches of snow that we are predicted to get this evening makes me want to fall asleep in some emotional paradox of anticipation and disgust. I want to sing the praises of Tristan Prettyman and Jason Mraz... my two favorite musical artists that just so happen to be a very cute little couple in the real world. I want to talk about facebook and how, although I am 23 years old, the damn things seems to control my life! I want to talk about my song writing and my lack there of, my strange affinity for all things World War II, and the upcoming release of Carrie Underwood's debut album. But, I can't seem to find the words or the time to talk about any of these things.

Having two jobs is wearing me down pretty quickly and I'm finding I have less and less time to process my life as it happens around me. Which... on account of the fact that I am who I am... kind of bums me out. I am prone to analyzing and processing my life far more than necessary and although I realize the extent of my analytical nature does me more harm than good at times... processing my life is kind of what makes my life a good one. It allows me to put things in perspective a little better, keeps me a little more grounded...and I like that. It's kind of what makes me... me.

Lately, however, I haven't been able to do that. For two weeks now, I've been pulled between work at the nursing home and work at the bookstore. I don't want to complain about this because a) I chose to get a second job and b) tons of people have two (or more) jobs and get along just fine. BUT, the whole pulling double duty thing is still very new to me and I haven't quite figured out how to manage everything else along side it all. I have no doubt that skill will come with time... but meanwhile, I am going to need to find a way to keep being who I am and not slip into the cliched tired, angry, overworked slave monkey who only responds to passive-aggressiveness and chocolate. So... I will spend my days with the elderly, my nights grinding espresso beans and, as the evening hours pass into the cold calm of Minnesota winter nights, I'll come home to process it all.

Keep on keepin' on~
Tempa