So much is changing right now. I live in a new state. I decided to leave my old job and take a new, exciting but terrifying job. In about a week and a half I’ll go under the knife for the first time ever and when I wake I’ll be on crutches for the next 4-6 weeks. Adam and I might have found our dream home, do we pull the trigger? And soon I’ll be in the middle of my first ever Chicago winter.
Oh, and yesterday I chopped off all my hair. (P.S. It’s really hard not to look like a serial killer in a selfie.)
NOTHING NEW GOING ON OVER HERE FOLKS!
Right now I’m trying to focus on what I have control over. Right now I need to spend the next week and two days wrapping up my time at my old job, and prepping for knee surgery. Work has been easy, do my job as I’ve always done, hand over projects, think about the fact that I am saying good-bye to this job, these people, this reality. The knee surgery part is harder to wrap my head around.
On the 30th I’ll be having knee surgery to repair my torn meniscus and torn ACL. Ouch. I injured my knee the first time snowboarding in college, sorta limped to class for three weeks and then the pain just went away. Then I hurt it again in 2010 playing roller derby, and since I was trying to be a bad ass, I skated through the pain for about three solid months. Probably wasn’t the smartest choice. Then last winter while snowboarding, by the end of the day I felt like someone was stabbing my knee repeatedly with a dull knife. I assumed it would hurt for a few weeks like the past injuries and we’d be back to normal, but since that last injury it never got better. I knew I needed a doctor when walking the dogs a few blocks left me limping.
So here we go.
Smack dab in the middle of leaving one job, and starting another I will go under the knife for what I’m told is a fucking horribly painful surgery with a serious recovery.
Nothing like starting a new job on crutches and pain meds!
Since I’ll soon be a cripple I’m trying to use this last week and a half to do anything that wont be easy on crutches.
This includes trying on every piece of clothing I own and tossing anything that I kept as part of my working from home “yoga-homeless” look. It’s amazing how little regard for fashion working from home for over three years will do to a person.
Once I’ve purged my closet of items I would never wear outside the house I need to do a crash shopping spree. I haven’t thought about fashion or trends when it came to clothing since 2010. TWENTY-TEN. But seeing as soon I’ll have to get up M-F and put on clothes to go to an office, it’s about time I started thinking about what in the world to put on my person.
This is one task I’ve enjoyed greatly as you can see from my overflowing pinterest board.
To keep from being overwhelmed with thoughts of, Will this job be above me? Can I hack it? Will I like it? I am choosing instead to think about clothes. Makes sense right?
Clearly this is a coping mechanism I am using, think about new clothes and fashion and not about the terror of starting a new challenging job, but you know what? I’m going with it.
Better to stress about finding the perfect ankle boots than if I’ve got the chops to cut it at my new gig.
Denial is a river in Egypt that I am currently sailing down.