I've sort of semi-declared the next two years to be a process of getting my life into an order I want it in, as well as setting patterns that I want to persist. (The Feri apprenticeship is part of this, and gives me a convenient timespan for the rest of the work, as well as providing a partial context for some of the work itself.)
So I'm trying to organise what I need to fit into these patterns so that I can get somewhere with them. Which means figuring out what I need to fit into these patterns.
Religious stuff
Me stuff
Whatever I've forgotten
I should probably not be trying to make this organised while I'm feeling this off and unable to think, but the pressure to get things sorted into orderliness is getting overwhelming, so I need to do something about it.
Aside from feeling completely incapable of doing something about it, that is.
It's time to grow up fixed. Damnit.
I should think about making that "Without these songs I make no sense" CD that
anu3bis gave me the idea for. This would have to go on it.
So I'm trying to organise what I need to fit into these patterns so that I can get somewhere with them. Which means figuring out what I need to fit into these patterns.
- House stuff
- Cleaning tasks -- bathroom, kitchen, vacuuming, cleaning rooms out
- Maintenance tasks -- laundry, dishes, tidying, animal & plant care
- Improvement tasks -- repairs, gardening, paint
- Cleaning tasks -- bathroom, kitchen, vacuuming, cleaning rooms out
- Daily Feri work
- Feri homework
- Twice-monthly Kemetic ritual, plus etc.
- Kemetic study -- independent work,
middle_egyptian, possible classes
- Relationship maintenance
- Look into online classes at NSCC -- hm, could take starting-and-running small business course this summer, that sounds like a good idea
- Groundwork for small business
- Regular writing time
- Pursuit of sanity -- counselling?
- Space for hobbies and development of same
- Resume and part-time job seeking
- Needful skill acquisition
I should probably not be trying to make this organised while I'm feeling this off and unable to think, but the pressure to get things sorted into orderliness is getting overwhelming, so I need to do something about it.
Aside from feeling completely incapable of doing something about it, that is.
It's time to grow up fixed. Damnit.
- Truth, with all its far out schemes,
Lets time decide what it should mean;
It's not the time but just the dreams that die.
And sometimes when the room is still,
Time with so much truth to kill,
Leaves you by the window sill so tied
Without a wing, to take you high,
Without a clue to tell you why.
I should think about making that "Without these songs I make no sense" CD that
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