Keep Movin, Movin, Movin

I am sorry to say that I have reached that point where my energy is just about gone.  Gone are the exuberant days of looking forward to learning how to wrestle the copier into printing labels (and figuring how to make labels in the first place), the days of seeing how fast I can make spreadsheets, the days of emailing all 346 people who bought books last month from the press I work for to get their credit card info. (as a side note people, it’s a little scary how easy it is to get this information, for realz) 

Maybe it’s the weather; not only has our atmosphere decided to be cold but it’s decided to dump 14 gallons of rain on us at the same time with what seems like -27 degree wind gusts.

Maybe it’s the fact that I had 6 interviews, yes 6, last week and my brain is fried from hoping this one might be the one, and then maybe the next one might be the one. 

Maybe (and this is a big one) it’s the fact that Netflix has decided to kidnap my soul when I’m not doing said interviews and I ended up watching all FOUR seasons of The Tudors (and we think we’re jacked up) in the last two weeks…. not a fact I’m proud of but I’m awesome at mega random facts about the 1500s now.  Seriously.  Try me.

Or maybe just maybe, it’s the fact that I’ve realized that it is time, oh by god it is time, to move on.    

Move on to what I don’t know. (fingers crossed I’ll find out in the next week or so…)   But change is good.

And yes I realize this post has been a bit emo and whaaaa but don’t think too much of it, I’m just going through Jonathon Rhys Meyers withdrawal.  That and I saw Black Swan yesterday and I feel like it made me need therapy.