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Still hanging out in the void of nothingness

I am still not reading anything worthwhile and its starting to annoy me. Thank you to my two sisters who gave suggestions, one of which was a little ridiculous (I'm talking about yours Anne!) but never the less, I am grateful. Part of the reason I'm not reading is lack of time. Work has been really busy the last couple of weeks and it is causing me to have very little energy left when I come home and instead of doing the right and good thing of reading a book before bed, I've been opting to stare at the TV instead which is eventually going to cause premature and permanent brain stupidity. I also think reading all of those depressing stories made me retreat into light, slapstick comedies before bed so as to avoid tossing and turning to the sounds of air raid sirens and gunfire that filled my foggy, restless sleep. Watching reruns of "Seinfeld," "Curb your Enthusiasm" and "The Big Bang Theory" is lulling me into a mindless, hazy sleep filled with dreams of marble rye, quantum physics and Palestinian chicken. I'll take that weird trio any day over concentration camps and burning bodies.
I also can't be too upset over being so busy. After being unemployed for nearly 2 years, I take nothing for granted. I'm also kind of amazed that I'm actually doing the work I set out to do over 3 years ago. It has been one crazy journey and most times it felt longer than 3 years in the making but I can't help but feel a tiny bit in awe of myself that I accomplished a major goal in my life. Working in the fitness industry is proving to be a more enriching experience than I ever thought possible. What can be better than helping people live more productive, healthier, happier lives? Best of all, there is minimal stress and drama in this job. Coming from my last job where there was ceaseless drama, this is a refreshing way to live life. I do not in any way miss the panicked 11 pm phone call from a parent about why her child got in a fight at school or the bus driver calling to tell me the kids threw a bottle out the window and hit another car or one of my staff members crying that the kids hated her. Never mind the real drama of my former students every day existence - gang wars, gun violence, drugs being sold in the school bathroom and sexual acts being performed on the back of the bus. This stuff feels sooo far removed from my life now where the only drama that occurs is when a client of mine ate 5 cupcakes at a party and feels guilty. I mean of course there can be real drama in this job - like when a client passes out on you (yes that has happened to me) or someone gets seriously injured - like the guy a few weeks ago that slammed his head into the wall playing racquetball, but these occurrences are few and far between.
This week I am working a 6 day work week and although I've been moaning and groaning about it, deep down I feel lucky not only to be working period but to be doing something I truly love doing and care passionately about. Let's just hope no one choose this week to have a heart attack on the treadmill. That would be just my luck. I'm knocking on wood right now!

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