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June 3, 2004
Sitting in the Bored Board Room
Okay, that’s a bit harsh. I’m not bored. I have, however, been bombarded by meetings as of late, which leads me to one very important question: how on earth does one get anything done when they’re always in a meeting?
I learn a lot from meetings, most of the time. It’s often the only space in a day when I can interact closely with colleagues, as many of us are out in the field more than we’re in our fancy-pants cubicles. I take lovely notes. I furrow my brow. Then I get to my desk with five minutes to decompress, try to remember the tasks that I’d volunteered to do, and then skirt off to another meeting, new topic.
Last night, after day meetings, and enjoying a half hour stretch (read: time to yank jeans on and down a vodka tonic) at home, I jetted downstairs to a two-hour coop board meeting. It was about ten when I finally got a chance to sit down in my own house and my brain felt like pulsating mush.
I arrived at work this morning intent on trying to get organized. Of course, I am sitting here writing a blog entry that holds very little interest to the outside world. I am looking outside and asking myself couldn’t I have just called in sick?
Adultification. This is what I have begun to call the past few weeks. It sucks, but at the same time, there is some excitement swirled into it. I’ve actually begun to like Phase I of the Adultification of Corie (I only own, however, enough adult clothes for a week and a half, pretty much guaranteeing that I will have a predictable wardrobe). The meetings, however, are going to take some getting used to, as is the insomnia that has been the result of my pulsating brain mush working overtime, once the sun has set.
Thank goodness for weekends…and Grey Goose.
Life just seems to be moving very quickly these days. I turn and realize that the week is over…and the weekends are never long enough. There was a time in my life when this speed was perfect. In many senses, I just wanted the week, the month, my life to unwind at warp speed and just be done. Now I find myself clinging to the edges of days as the current of the night sucks me into the close of yet another twenty-four hours. I gaze back and wonder if I’ve done enough, lived enough, if I’m heading in the right direction.
I’ve never had much of an expectation of where I would be at a certain age, which makes this feeling quite odd. For the first time in my life I’ve realized that there are certain things that I want—certain places that I’d like to be—and they are not obtainable through initiative or diligence, rather chance meeting, or lest I sound trite, aligning of the stars (barf). What a strange space I seem to have found. I’m sure I’ll wind up in a meeting about it at some point.
I hope that I take good notes.
Posted by callalillie at June 3, 2004 8:31 AM | Introspect
I only own, however, enough adult clothes for a week and a half, pretty much guaranteeing that I will have a predictable wardrobe
That's kinda scary. Not your clothes, but the fact that I said the exact same thing a couple days ago to a friend of mine. Well, ok. Not really scary, but kinda funky, I guess. :)
Posted by: ccs178 at June 3, 2004 9:43 AM
It's probably a pretty common thing...big kid clothes are expensive!
Posted by: corie at June 3, 2004 9:53 AM
I think mid twenties is about the time everyone starts looking at their life and saying...wtf? So this is not unusual. As a person who spends more and more time in meetings...these sorts of necessary and yet dull events can bring on introspection. You're lucky...I'm having the same thoughts...about 10 or so odd years older than you. Once again...I'm behind the 8 ball! Sigh. But I do have new Pumas...in orange. I haven't worn them in the dark yet...but they may glow.
Posted by: Sue at June 3, 2004 11:28 AM
I wish I could wear my Pumas to work :(
Posted by: corie at June 3, 2004 12:22 PM
I too was just talking about this to a friend the other night. Time has started going by so fast. I thought when I was younger that I would have accomplished so much more with my life at this point. It makes you wonder and question all your decisions and hopes and dreams. If you find an answer, key, roadmap, directions, please let me know.
Posted by: Cynthia at June 3, 2004 2:08 PM
I do wear my Pumas to work...with a skirt. It may be a glamour don't but I'm loving it...and so far...lots of good comments on the orange Pumas. I like to take the Ellen DeGeneras style course...sneakers with everything.
Posted by: Sue at June 3, 2004 2:26 PM
i wear sneakers with everything! well, almost anything. the key is to have lots of sneakers, so you can't miss.
Posted by: tien at June 3, 2004 2:49 PM
hmm. sneakers don't go with suit skirts. nope.
Posted by: corie at June 3, 2004 4:59 PM
One of my favorite movie lines is from Grosse Point Blank. The scene where Debi Newberry (Minnie Driver) is on the radio talking about the high school reunion. She says, "I know some of you are taking stock of your lives right now. I say leave your live stock alone." I love that. Put on a comfortable pair of sneakers and head out to where you are going. Don't waste time lamenting where you thought you would be. ;-)
Posted by: ccs178 at June 3, 2004 7:56 PM
