I’ve been making to-do lists and actually (mostly) successfully doing everything on them. It’s been a hectic week, what with Dumdum idiot-face the receptionist, the EI folks, etc. It’s nearly lead me to develop nervous tics!
This package of events kick-started me into writing not to heal, but because I had to – in order to file complaints and explain myself as deserving of financial assistance from government bodies (a government take care of its people? whaaaaat?!?!).
I have the intention of putting something extreme on my to-do list this week: start finishing two articles I was halfway through before my life exploded for one of the magazines I write for.
This is a huge step for me. It’s actual work-work. It’s something I committed to doing before everything changed, and I have every intention of following through. And right now, it’s waaaaay out of my comfort zone, but I’m going to put in a valiant effort, and publishing this post is going to help me stay accountable.
The magazine has been incredibly generous with my grieving process. They have to plan stories, freelancers, topics, issues, etc. months in advance sometimes, so I deeply appreciate their flexibility. I also don’t want to take advantage, and I’m feeling ready to start picking a bit at what I left before that fateful, life-changing day on September 19.
So, my friends of close and far, here’s a glass to my ultimate challenge of the week!