I just got home from a great weekend, and I guess I’m suffering from some sort of post-excitement let-down or something. From the time I left the office on Friday at 1pm, until this afternoon when I got home at 3pm, I was in a fantastic mood. Everything was great. Then I got home and immediately all I could think about is how I have to go back to work tomorrow, and how fat I am, and how much I owe in taxes, and how I’ll never find a job that pays me enough and I’ll just keep racking up tax debt, etc. It’s like all of my worries and sadnesses just dumped down on me the moment I put my suitcase down. It’s so stupid. I had wanted to share a post with you about how life-changing and inspiring it was to go to the Tribal Wars competition this weekend, and how I didn’t lift as heavy as I would have liked, but that I had a great time and can’t wait to go back next year and kick some serious ass. But now I just feel like crying. So I guess I’m just going to go to bed and try to get my shit together so I can make it in to work tomorrow. The End.
Hello,
I’m Nova
I have no “personal brand.” I’m not a girl boss, I’m not an influencer, and I don’t aspire to be powerful, inspiring, or rich. I probably can’t teach you anything, and there’s a good chance that there’s nothing at all of interest or use to you here. This is just where I come to talk about the random bits and pieces that make up my quiet life as a sober woman in her 40s. I’m engaged to the love of my life, have six (yes, SIX) indoor pets, and spend a lot of time gardening and hunting for thrift treasures. I also study classical voice (I’m a lyric coloratura soprano) and am deeply interested in all things spiritual and paranormal. Right now I’m trying to recover from career burnout and even out my personal energy, but my eventual goal is to become a medium and shamanic healer, using music to remind humans of the things that actually matter: connection, community, and loving all living things as though they were our own children. I may or may not talk about all of these things here (and sometimes all at once). Welcome!
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