self care

Bad....bad blogger am I. I have neglected Not That Cool, which is so, um, not cool of me to do?

Hello, blog. I'm sorry that I've been neglecting you. I've meant to write you several times, and now I have backlog of blog entries in my brain. Perhaps that is why I am so congested today.

oh where oh where could it be?

etcetera.

Oh, wait. Cool! I see where blogger has added a video option. You go Bloggy boi!

Anyway.

This massive career change has really consumed me hook, line, and sinker... I am realizing self-care isn't just nice, it's survival. This new job is really, really stressful and I have to really practice active relaxation techniques and make sure I eat right, exercise---or, ka-pow!!! But, somehow I love this job more than anything I h

I really do miss my blog. I no longer write for eloquence or wit, but for speed to meet an insurance deadline. I write about symptoms in sentence fragments, instead of worrying with the musical lilt of the words...which, at first, nearly broke me out in a rash.