An intake of breath.

I haven’t been writing much of anything lately except the occassional erotic missive to a long-distance possibility, such has been the lack of interest in settling myself down in front of the computer in between meetings. I come to work, stare at the screen, eke out some minimal amount of content for my department’s web presence and then turn my attention to union cases and other demands instead. I am not sure why the words only flow some of the time, but they do and they haven’t been lately. Perhaps it’s just the lack of time for reflection as I muddle my way between work and the gym and social/artistic events and just keeping up with life. I think that because I am waiting on a number of things (Darren’s hearing, my new possible job to start, my return to Ottawa in May) I feel a bit stalled out workwise at the moment.

In any event, in the past week I have somehow managed to keep myself relatively intact through weekend union meetings (in Victoria), dinner with my parents, a memorial for a friend who passed away last month, seeing Derrick Jensen speak, and a labour council meeting last Tuesday. This week is only turning out to be more of the same with lovers returning to my life suddenly, some health appointments I finally booked, a reading and show by my friend Bronwyn and union meetings this weekend plus the CATS gathering which starts at my home on Friday night. Tonight, I have booked a date with myself alone at the QE to see the VOS staging of Tosca – an opera I have not seen before. It’s a good thing that next week is looking to have a relatively open schedule so I can catch my breath!

One thing that I have been increasingly focused on in the last 4 weeks is getting myself to the gym 4 or 5 days a week which I think has started to show some small results already (I can tell, I’m sure no one else can yet). I’m really working hard towards not only the trip at the end of this summer, but better shape overall and a cleaner internal system. I’m finally over the point where going to the gym makes me tired and it’s started to become my fuel instead. My real success measure at how well I am integrating this into my life is going to come when I’m on the road again from May to June – with the intention that I keep as much of a stable workout schedule as possible no matter where I am.

I am still waiting to hear about the possibility of the national project management gig but it *is* looking better every day and I will have an answer by the end of May at the latest. Also, I have pretty much decided to run for the position I’ve been talking about even though it’s still a year away! I haven’t told anyone in my union yet except a couple of close friends, but even doing that set the fears arising in me. Whoo. It’s going to be some kindof a ride if I make it all the way without some sort of event to upset the whole affair.

So there it is, me busy and pretty happy though a little unproductive at the moment. More in-depth writing to follow soon I’m sure.