So here I am. 1am on tuesday morning. And I’m still awake.
What could possibly be bothering me?
My Nanowrimo is done (unofficially and more about that later), my FBI paperwork came back clean and healthy (like there was really any doubt), I have a game plan for where and when and how to go through and finish up this visa application (ugh tediousness). There really is nothing overly heavy weighing on my mind.
Well, I’m still unemployed. Which granted at this point is planned until after I get my new visa and then I can look for things that are not ‘temporary’ or ‘contract’ but I can actually get full time work. But that doesn’t necessarily mean that I am ok with being unemployed. And I still have no idea what it is I would like to do. Call centers, retail, go back to school? Maybe a bit of this and a bit of that? But all of that requires some soul searching. And I just am not good at soul searching. Especially if it involves any form of meditation. My brain just refuses to slow down.
Also, I am thinking about the whole ‘what next’ part of my writing. I have no done my 6th Nanowrimo. I have now hit my 6th mark of 50,000 words in so many years. My world and my plot are coming together better now than they ever have before. So what next? Do I move on? do I try to finish up? Do I gather all of my previous writing and notes and details on this subject and scour them for details, information, bits and pieces and then put that all into notes on Scrivener (awesome program btw), and actually honestly attempt to write this book? Or books? Do I have the willpower to sit through, sift through, all of my writing over the years, trash what is crap and keep what is good, build on the rest and actually come out ahead with a story that maybe somebody somewhere will want to read? Do I have this willpower?
Do I have the willpower to keep up with the weight loss? I can tell that I’m losing weight because my pants are slowly starting to come off around my waist. But my hips are still the same size they were, so no real loss there. Also means no new pants. Just have to keep fiddling with the old pants. Can I really keep up with this? Can I lose enough weight so that when I head back to the States next year to visit, mom and I can go shopping for new clothes for me and I can actually maybe not wear the ‘fat girl clothes’? How much willpower do I really have stored up?
And is it even willpower that I need? Perhaps what I really need is ambition. I don’t really seem to have any of that. Ambition. It’s a funny word. In some cases it is a strong, positive, encouraging term. In others it’s dirty, nasty, unkind. And it seems to be difficult to balance the two levels perfectly. What is a good level of ambition? And how do I get there? Now that I think about it, Ambition seems to be the core of most of my problems. Yeah, I know, First world problems and all that.
But really. I never had many ambitions as a kid, or even as a young adult. To be happy and to be loved for who I was were about the only things I was ever determined to secure for myself. And, well, now I have those. And I’m lost. I have no real ambitions. Dreams, sure I have those aplenty, but ambitions? To be a writer who can tell her stories and have people want to read them. That could be one. That’s about as close to an ambition as I have. But I am still very unsure of how to necessarily achieve that goal.
I’ll have to do some more thinking on this. I’ll get back to you.
But for now, It’s almost 130. My mint tea is just warm enough to drink while still being hot enough to be soothing to the rather unhappy stomach that I have now (i think it doesn’t like peanut butter anymore), and I’m hoping that a few minutes of window shopping for a new menorah is going to be enough to settle my brain and calm my whatever it is that’s keeping me awake.
So good night, good morning, and have a pleasant day.