I’ve gotten cocky. And I only realized it this evening. I was on such a good course with seemingly great momentum, and now I feel like I’m dragging my feet. A week ago, my body was the best it’s ever been and I was so dedicated to all of my work stuff. Now, after a small bout of positive results, I’ve fallen off track. Thanks to Mom and a cupboard full of Trader Joe’s groceries, I’m consistently binge eating every night. I’m also not getting as much work done each day as I would like. Time to step it up.
Sent off my application for the Hot Docs job this morning, then took a nap and went to the gym. I guess I can give myself credit when it comes to my exercise routine. Today was my 18th consecutive day at the gym and I haven’t smoked weed in over a month. That’s pretty damn good! Without a job, I lack structure. Going to the gym every day gives me that slight bit of stability and avoiding weed ensures I don’t get distracted.
Walked home after the gym and ate dinner. I didn’t do the work I said I was going to do, but “make Connor a collage of Céline Dion photos” isn’t exactly that time-sensitive. Took a bath and talked to Logan. As I spend more time away from him – I don’t know. He just doesn’t seem interested in talking to me. It makes me feel shitty. We’ll text for five minutes, and then he either won’t keep up the conversation, or he’ll respond hours later. We’ll see what happens when I visit.
I’ve got a big day tomorrow with my interview at the association management firm. I still have no idea what that means, but I’m hoping for something surprising. I’m unsure about this job. Based on the vague description I was given, I don’t want it. I also need money, though. Unfortunately, nobody seems to see any value in me as an employee, so I’m not getting called for the jobs I’d actually enjoy doing.
Goodnight xo