Saturday, 9 April 2016

Do I ever tell you about the good stuff?

I always blog when I'm stressed out. I started this one talking about the two job interviews I had this week (both 4-panel interviews, both with a written component, both over 1.5 hours long AAAH the stress) and how I didn't get either job and what a loser I feel like, but instead I'm changing my tune.



I didn't lose anything. In fact, I put myself out there and tried two new things. I didn't get them but I tried. I learned from it. And in the end nothing changed so what's all this stress about anyway?

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I've been trying that thing of telling yourself there is only this moment. I don't know which guru or philosopher or mind control demon first came up with this idea, but it seems to work fairly well when I'm worried about deadlines or upcoming stressful events or something I said in the past. Generally these things come to me when I'm laying in bed or re-playing a conversation in my head while I'm on the bus. When I catch myself I say

"There is nothing but this bus ride. You are literally just sitting on a bus listening to a podcast you enjoy."

"You are fine, you are laying in a bed. Nothing you can possibly think of will change your circumstances, you are in a comfy bed reading a book you like. This moment is all there is."

It sounds a little transcendental but it works for me. I'm considering getting a bit more hippie and trying out some meditation techniques. But let me know if I start wearing birkenstocks and smiling creepily with my eyes at half-mast for no reason.

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I got an email from a gal from blog's past, Sumashree, she wrote about taking the bus a long long time ago. She said that she saw my colouring book on a Buzzfeed listicle. I was wondering why it was getting SO MANY likes on Etsy that morning.



Well the likes never actually translated into sales but it certainly was a popular thing to click a heart button on for a few days. I'll take it! :)

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I got an email from the school last week telling me that there had been an error with my tuition and the union I'm in actually owed me quite a lot of money because of reasons, so please come pick up a cheque. Um hell yes.

Because of this error I was finally able to book myself a real hair cut. And it's about time. The other day I was zipping up my jeans and my hair got caught in the zipper.

I'll let that sink in for a moment.

MY PANTS ZIPPER you guys.

Enough is enough. I'm constantly too hot, getting it caught in jackets, shirts, bras, buckles, backpacks, strangers clothes, etc etc etc. It never really looks nice, it's always in the way. I'm sure short hair has its issues as well but I'm so ready for a change.



I'm fairly certain it's long enough to donate to Locks of Love, so I'm gonna save it in a baggy and mail it away. Hopefully some kid will be able to make it work better than I ever did.

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My comic convention is coming up in one week. I am NOT READY YET but I'm having fun trying to plan a display for my little table. Any tips? Our instructor emailed us this photo of all of our comic covers together. Mine is second down on the far left.


I ordered 30 copies, and am hoping to trade with a lot of my classmates, because their stuff is fantastic. I'm so stoked I learned how to make comic books. This is certainly not the last one. Oh boy oh boy. I'm now a comic book maker lady.

So in conclusion ... life is life and sometimes it's great and sometimes it's stressful and sometimes it's a combination of the two, and in the end it all depends on what you choose to focus on.

FYI I tried to re-write that last sentence 4 times to not end it in a preposition. The linguist in me says that rule is outdated, people always end sentences in prepositions. So there. It's fine.

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