Getting organized.

Picked up my passport today (after having it re-printed because the photo in the first version was so dark as to be unreadable), ordered my travel insurance, and have started trying to figure out the housesit. Two weeks or two months, it seems the same amount of preparation is needed…. and I always get antsy as hell – not because I’m nervous – but because I just want to get going and stop thinking about passport control and border crossings and bag searches and customs agents….. which really is enough to stop one from traveling all together (though I’m already thinking about where to go in the fall – so it’s obviously not that much of a hindrance).

I’ve also got to get my nomination forms together in the next few days for the union position I am running for – just so I don’t miss any deadlines while I’m away. I have been wavering a bit on running again, just because I want to focus a bit more on running for the national bargaining team this fall, but have decided that these are not mutually exclusive activities and since I’ll probably lose this election anyhow it doesn’t matter too much. There is a little nastiness going on with a couple individuals on my local executive this week that I am trying to deal with by displaying as much grace as I can possibly stomach (having integrity isn’t the problem – but being nice to people being jerks is). At least the two people who are doing the sniping at my back are the same two people who always complain about me – which I can only chalk up to the fact I have been somewhat successful in the past few years, and they see that as a direct threat to their own interests. Like most things in life, there is not much I can do about it.

Funny though, even though I’ve been having all this good activity and good things coming – I’ve been rather sad lately. I can’t quite figure out why – though I think it has something to do with love… I find myself very angry about it at times…. which may be why I’m diverting as much as possible into being busy. I just feel impossible in love – I’m not good at it and I’d rather I didn’t have such a great capacity for ending up in it…. *sigh*… oh woe – what is the matter with me? And no, nothing has happened to Greg – everything is fine – I’m just a bit on edge about things and jumping the gun on predicting failure. (yes it’s stupid).

See – diversion is good – navel gazing about relationship is bad. So now I’m off to drink beers with union women.