leaving, again

So I'm off early tomorrow morning for hot, hot Houston. My cousin is getting married, and I'm taking three days off of work to join in the festivities. (And considering the current foul mood my boss has been in, I'll be glad to be away.)

facing a new reality

Life is change; I get that. The industry I work in is changing rapidly. Aspects of my personal life are changing even more rapidly.

There is a difference between knowing that change will happen and taking those changes head on.

After discussions that I've had recently, I realized that I am not equipped for the future of my profession. The ship I'm on is sinking, as are those around me. Before that happens, I need to get a life raft. Practicing my swimming wouldn't hurt either.

this is the week

This could, quite possibly, be one of the most important, stress-filled weeks of my life.

There was a weekend of shopping and preparing. Thanks to Kat and AH for their assistance acquiring the last-minute essentials.

There is today's meeting. I woke up at 3am after having a series of very odd dreams involving my failure to make an important element for the meeting work. Thanks to my roomie for straightening my hair.

There is the cold that came to visit me last week and hasn't gotten the hint that it's time to move on to new pastures. Just when I'm needing to be my most professional, I'm stuck with a cold that invloves sniffling and sneezing.

There is the big banquet. Me present the awards? Ahh! Oh, right, I'm the one who assigned myself that task. Good going... I'm guessing more sleepless nights to come for me before this event. If it fails, it's all my fault. No pressure.

There is the two-day conference. I hope the sessions I'm helping to coordinate don't suck. I hope I can introduce a speaker without becoming a bumbling mess. I hope I can dig up some freelance work.

There is book club. Yay! A break from it all.

There is the freelance project due at week's end. I only need to find 10 hours of freetime and I'll be golden...

Oh and then there's the pesky little thing of my day job, and needing to get my to take care of five days of work in only two.

I think I can. I think I can. I think I can. (I hope repeating this works in real life like it did for The Little Engine That Could.)