a nebulous fear
I’ve worked so hard to survive this year and fought so hard to get home. And I’ve earned it now. I got accepted to a program that can bring me back. And yet… I think I might be trapped in between purgatories. Portland moved on without me, sealing any gaps that I left. The same has had a year to happen in Bristol. I am terrified that there won’t be room for me, no one to want me for the industry that I’m desperate to return to.
It’s frightening. Some days it paralyzes me. What am I doing?
news from nest
There isn’t really news, at the moment. Signed up for another gig. Getting some extra hours doing the teaching thing. A pretty chill weekend.
AND THEN A ROOT CANAL CONSULTATION AT 8:40 AM ON TUESDAY! FML!
Learning just how hard it is to pry myself away from this schedule I’ve made for myself. Two awesome friends want to take me place this summer and I’m trying to find decide which days I can afford to miss. When really a few days off hiking around doing shit would really be awesome for body and brain. Guh.
Speaking of body and brain, it’s time to get dressed to for handstands, come home, nap, and go to open gym.
But this is tumblr, where things like pants can wait.
The visa thing! I wanted to keep my awesome followers updated on my epic return to the UK. So far, all I get is STRESS and WAITING. May is almost over. The school said they would issues the CAS codes in May. Tick tock. Tick. Tock. So no news is… no news. But now I’ve reported it anyway.
They are the weirdest little catdog creatures.
if i took days off from being an owl, i would be one of these!