Right now I am working a job that I enjoy for the most part, but is not fulfilling. It pays the bills and gives me a sense of having accomplished something. The problem is, that any more improvement is no longer within my means or position. And so I’m kind of getting bored.
I kind of like fixing messes – when I arrived it was a mess. A complete mess. Still is, but I’ve got it going smoothly enough that any monkey should be able to keep it going. (Something we shall see about when I’ve been away in September.)
So perhaps this time next year I would like to see myself starting a new job. Preferably something that made me more than I do now, and with a boss that doesn’t think that ‘praise’ or ‘raise’ are dirty words.
Perhaps this time next year I will have found Avery. I think it would be a good idea to find my birth mother before I am a mother myself. I keep saying this and yet I procrastinate. WHY do I procrastinate? It’s a disease, I swear. On that note I’d like to get a handle on that. I make lists and lists and lists of lists and I never seem to get anywhere.
But these things seem to be reasonable to work on, if not accomplish in a year!