I positively ache to dress like one Chuck, from one absolutely ace show. Her hyper-femme style is just so right now--50s girly/quirky? Yes, please! Check it over there. I applaud the costume designer in a multiple ovation way. It's something that seems totally fresh and doable thrifting.
I'm on a two-day break from showing up at the office--not from the grind of grading and lesson planning, just the actual standing up in front of my crackmonkeys. I plan on a first trip to the art museum, some adopting of some kitten (for reals! an adorable tuxedo kitteh named Buster may just be waiting for me at the Coronado animal shelter!), some grading of some quizzes, and some quality time in the park getting to know the walking trails more.
On a thrift/ frugality note, the frozen credit card is frozen no longer; I had to buy contact lenses and couldn't wait till payday to pay cash. I will get recompensed by my vision provider at some point for all but $50, but it brought the CC debt back up again. I will try to keep it on a mental freeze, but I think it's a good idea to have a back-up means of payment for food, gas, etc. As long as I'm not headed over to Sephora and throwing down, I think I can make it--and I'll still keep to my goal of paying off at least 2x the minimum payment until I can save enough to make a larger balloon payment.
I'm also trying my hardest to sit on my hands thrifting-wise; I am just not in a financial position to afford $30 at AmVets--and yet it's so freaking difficult to break such a rewarding hobby. I love thrifting for so many reasons, but I've really gone into overdrive and it needs to be curtailed. I'm trying to replace driving straight to the thrifty for stress relief after work with a new walking habit (bonus: my calves are looking hot and I've got a ton more energy), and I've made a deal with myself that thrifting is contingent upon walking 3 or more times per week.
We'll see. Ultimately, it's about loneliness in a big, perfectly pleasant but still totally new city. I get that. I know that showing up at my local haunts week after week is not a replacement for human contact--but most weeks, I leave work so burnt out from FYT (first year teaching) that I feel battered, inhuman, exhausted and incapable of making any kind of get-to-know-you social convo. So easy to say, "get out, hot young thing! go meet the people!" but unless the people happen to be 7th graders, I have literally one free day a week. That's about 10-12 hours of time for a naturally introverted (me), exhausted (me), stressed and overworked (me again) person to get food, do laundry, maybe exercise, maybe walk to the park or get an eyebrow wax or take a nap or something-------
Oh, enough! Enough! I'm even boring myself on my own blog! I know I'm a FYT, not a residentm or a solider, or something truly stressful--but in all my jobs, in all my changes of careers, I have never done anything this consistently stress inducing and pleasureless. It's so hard to try to weed out the notion that I deserve whatever I want to make up for that from my mental garden.
I wish I didn't have to, really. I wish I never had to deny my love of vintage sundresses and uncannily good shoe finds--but I do. I just do. For all sorts of reasons, credit card debt being the least, and financial maturity and meeting socio-spiritual vision goals being the...well, the best.
But g dash d-dammit, it ain't easy, especially when it ain't easy.
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