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tired, but happy
May. 13th, 2025 10:07 pm
I think I need a regular bedtime. Or maybe I should do more yoga. Or use more tiger balm. Or all of the above.
I am usually quite the homebody, but for the past two weeks, I have been busy. I'm honestly shocked at myself.
The weekend before last, my friend and I took a short road trip and went to a Metallica show! Sadly, we had to return to real life and go to work on Monday. I had barely recovered from our shenanigans on Wednesday when I bought last-minute tickets to a drag show. Later that week, I went to see the band Epica. All shows were incredible, but I was exhausted. It doesn't help that my job is a bit more physically demanding than I'm used to--restraining big dogs can be a workout, y'all.
(My neck was also killing me after so much headbanging, which I have been told is called a "bangover." I haven't suffered a bad hangover in a while, but these bangovers are brutal.)
The pain and exhaustion was worth it, but I am looking forward to a quieter week. 💤
Work is work, but as far as jobs go, I've been really enjoying mine. I have been doing much better mentally and emotionally, and I am learning a lot of new things. I have finally mastered the IDEXX SediVue, so if you suspect your pet has a UTI, you can send those urine samples my way. 😎
Unfortunately, I still haven't been writing much--I think I need to implement an actual schedule, or else my projects will never get done. I have a novel idea I've been toying around with for ages, and several poetry chapbook concepts floating around my Google Drive. I'm also hoping that journaling like this will stretch my writing muscles a little bit. I feel so out of practice, but I know I'll always be a writer.
Sometimes I feel like I have to choose between veterinary medicine and writing. I know that's silly and untrue, but it's still a struggle. I feel so defined by what I do, and I have always been so desperate to be seen and understood.
But today, my therapist said something that really struck a chord with me. She said, "It's wonderful that you have these two passions--a lot of people don't know what theirs are."
I had never thought about it like that before, but I think she is right. 🖤
Sending love and Baja Blasts,
ktea
I am usually quite the homebody, but for the past two weeks, I have been busy. I'm honestly shocked at myself.
The weekend before last, my friend and I took a short road trip and went to a Metallica show! Sadly, we had to return to real life and go to work on Monday. I had barely recovered from our shenanigans on Wednesday when I bought last-minute tickets to a drag show. Later that week, I went to see the band Epica. All shows were incredible, but I was exhausted. It doesn't help that my job is a bit more physically demanding than I'm used to--restraining big dogs can be a workout, y'all.
(My neck was also killing me after so much headbanging, which I have been told is called a "bangover." I haven't suffered a bad hangover in a while, but these bangovers are brutal.)
The pain and exhaustion was worth it, but I am looking forward to a quieter week. 💤
Work is work, but as far as jobs go, I've been really enjoying mine. I have been doing much better mentally and emotionally, and I am learning a lot of new things. I have finally mastered the IDEXX SediVue, so if you suspect your pet has a UTI, you can send those urine samples my way. 😎
Unfortunately, I still haven't been writing much--I think I need to implement an actual schedule, or else my projects will never get done. I have a novel idea I've been toying around with for ages, and several poetry chapbook concepts floating around my Google Drive. I'm also hoping that journaling like this will stretch my writing muscles a little bit. I feel so out of practice, but I know I'll always be a writer.
Sometimes I feel like I have to choose between veterinary medicine and writing. I know that's silly and untrue, but it's still a struggle. I feel so defined by what I do, and I have always been so desperate to be seen and understood.
But today, my therapist said something that really struck a chord with me. She said, "It's wonderful that you have these two passions--a lot of people don't know what theirs are."
I had never thought about it like that before, but I think she is right. 🖤
Sending love and Baja Blasts,
ktea
