Is busy good…or bad?

I have been sooooo busy.  And it isn’t over.

I did see Birdemic yesterday- it was FANTASTIC.  I will write about it more specifically in a future post when things have slowed down.

This is my week-

Monday: Try to recover from being sick on Sunday. My only easy day.

Tuesday: Went to get quotes on Texas and my tattoo’s.  I like the artist we picked and he’s charging really reasonably.  I’m very excited.  My insomnia also attacked this night.

Wednesday:  Went to get Halloween decorations and prizes with a coworker for the office party.

Thursday: Got an emergency call from Texas on my way to work.  Her grandmother is going into hospice (she has cancer) and Texas is distraught.  She is hyperventilating on the phone.  Her grandmother raised her pretty much (her parents are drug addicted shit-heads).  I quickly find out where she is, call work with an excuse, and jet over there.  I spend the day with her.  It’s mostly us dorking around, as she’s like me and would rather just have company and avoid the topic- not “therapy about it”.  It was still emotionally exhausting for me though.
Birdeeeemic in the evening though! That was great!  Again, will blog further in a couple days.

Friday: I have the Horrorama charity horror movie-thon thing tonight.  I’ll try to get a picture to upload of me dressed up for ya’ll.

Saturday: A couple parties I’m supposed to go to.  Probably will only pick one and disappoint people because I will be suuuuper tired from Horrorama and I need sleepage (Horrorama goes until 5am).

Sunday:  RECOOOOOOP…hopefully.

Next week: More crazy Halloween stuff….and my new tattoo!

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Being busy has been good for having me distracted.
But…it also has me losing smidgens of time here and there.  I think some of the alters are feeling overwhelmed and trying to snatch moments of peace or something.
I assume this because, despite losing time, I don’t come back to myself with any damage or crazy shenanigans having been committed (at least that I know of).
I sort of wonder if this is possibly us starting to make things work better. It was like that briefly a couple years ago and it was nice then.  I just worry about that next thing to “set us off”.

Right- being positive.  Moving on.

But I still wonder about this amount of activity being good or bad in the long run.  I wonder what will happen come next week when we hit that metaphorical-wall.

Trying not to dwell though.

There are…whispers already though.  Of me not being good enough.  Not being able to handle this.  Of all the failings I’ve personally caused in the past.  The normal names of slut, whore, man-eater hissed in my ear.  I’m sure it’s Daria.

She’s always had it out for me. She did seem to come to some sort of truce with Kit (at least temporarily), but she obviously doesn’t agree with the rest of the systems allowance of me “playing host” for a bit.

I know most of the names and whispers are true.  That’s what hurts the most.  But I’m trying to be positive.  Turn over that new leaf.  I’m not that woman anymore.

Maybe I need a new name…

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