"Less and less to prove"
Apr. 5th, 2012 11:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
omnia_mutanturBlargh. It's been a long, strange evening, and it hasn't followed my initial plan at all.
Triumphs: My coworker walked over to me and demanded I do something right then. I snapped at her, then collected myself and sent a polite email saying "if, in the future, you need to do this thing, this is how." I wrote and sent a hard email, played a lot of silly word games on the internet, talked to awesome people, made really good chili.
I had plans for this evening. Light and I were going to run a couple errands, and then go study. And we did, but it took longer than expected, and we started disagreeing about a small thing, and then he couldn't explain why he had an opinion, which weirded me out. And that makes him anxious and then that makes me anxious and it all spirals wildly out of control.
But, I'm still trying to find a solution to all the things that bother me, and as much as I sometimes hate that those things end up being entirely out of my control, maybe that's what makes it interesting too. Maybe the doomed projects are the ones that will teach me grace, and the not-doomed ones can just teach me.
Work in fucking progress, baby. Work in fucking progress.
Triumphs: My coworker walked over to me and demanded I do something right then. I snapped at her, then collected myself and sent a polite email saying "if, in the future, you need to do this thing, this is how." I wrote and sent a hard email, played a lot of silly word games on the internet, talked to awesome people, made really good chili.
I had plans for this evening. Light and I were going to run a couple errands, and then go study. And we did, but it took longer than expected, and we started disagreeing about a small thing, and then he couldn't explain why he had an opinion, which weirded me out. And that makes him anxious and then that makes me anxious and it all spirals wildly out of control.
But, I'm still trying to find a solution to all the things that bother me, and as much as I sometimes hate that those things end up being entirely out of my control, maybe that's what makes it interesting too. Maybe the doomed projects are the ones that will teach me grace, and the not-doomed ones can just teach me.
Work in fucking progress, baby. Work in fucking progress.
