Easing into the End of the Year
In my Packing for Guilt Trips post, I wrote about my dread of dealing with family turmoil this year because I wouldn’t be going home for the holidays. So eventually the conversation came up. I let them know I wasn’t flying back and…
…they were ok with it. Holy Hell. I was not expecting that reaction based on our earlier conversations. I was braced for push back, as I have dealt with it from them for many years past. It seems I gave them too little credit this time. I guess they realized that I have already been traveling a lot this year to spend time with them. If they had problems with my not going back for the holidays, they haven’t voiced any to me, at least not yet anyway.
So far, so good, but we’ll see. Read More
It’s that time of year again, so yes, this post will be served extra ranty and with a large glass of whine.
This issue comes up for me every year, especially around the holiday season, but I’m also wondering how people deal year-round with having debt and pressure to meet family home-visit expectations.
When I was first starting out on my debt repayment journey, it was common for me to go home for the holidays once every other year. It was always a struggle to have that conversation and it came with guilt trips, of course, about my not visiting enough. Cross-country (coast to coast) plane tickets are expensive on a typical day. They become outrageously expensive ($1000+) around the holidays. My family never seems to care much about that. Read More
Have you ever entered an Uber / Lyft / Taxi and watched as the driver changes the genre of music playing to something noticeably different from what was playing when you got in?
I’m sure it’s happened before from time to time, but last week I just really took notice of it. After I’d gotten in the car, the driver changed the music. I immediately started thinking about it. Did he change the station based on the way I look and because he thinks this is the genre of music I’d like? Well, he was right, I enjoyed the new music, but it still felt kinda wrong to me. Anyway, I was singing along, in my head of course. I wouldn’t inflict my singing voice on anyone.
After a couple of songs played, an ad for the station comes on and says something to the effect of, “Hey this is X city’s classic hits station!” I’m like, what?! An oldies station?! One, since when are these tracks considered old? And two, is he playing this station because he thinks I’m old too?! I was seriously amused and mildly disturbed about this for a few minutes, okay, a few days, or maybe longer…. I laugh about things like this, but I’m noticing it more and thinking about it more. Thus the loop begins.
I’m feeling like I’m being dragged across the finish line of 2017. I just feel tired.
(I have fallen off on taking all of my supplements regularly, so I’ll need to get back on track with that. That is probably playing a role in things.)
Among other things, I have a close family member in the hospital now. After tests, it was determined that the condition is potentially life threatening, but treatable with surgical intervention, so things will likely be ok, eventually. But getting that first phone call was crazy stressful. Read More
If you look through the window, even the guy on the next train is like, “Really, chick?!”
The woman in the red shirt is just … over it. I can so empathize right now. It’s time for another public transit rant.
I’ve written before about public transit. I am, of course, very grateful for the convenience, but I pay more than one price for it. Here are some things that I deal with… If you also take public transit and recognize these things, feel free to sing along…
If you don’t take public transit, run outside and kiss your car right now. RIGHT NOW, I said! LoL.