So yeah. I just looked up and its May. Like, the middle of May. In 2013. I’m not sure how we got here so fast, but just thought you should know that I haven’t forgotten about this little blog I put together. More and more it’s been bugging me that I simply haven’t taken the time to write ANYTHING down. I seriously can barely manage a grocery list at this point. It’s kind of causing me stress.
So, anyway, I have realized that on May 24, I will have been at my new job for a year. To say I’ve kind of immersed myself in the mission of my nonprofit is likely the understatement of said year. I don’t know how to explain what I do to people. My title is Program Coordinator, but I happen to be the only employee of my organization. So, coordinating programs doesn’t really begin to cover it. I kind of work all the time, and when I’m not working, I’m thinking about working, and when I stop thinking about working I will know that I’m most likely dead or the zombies have gotten my brain.
When I got into the world of managing a nonprofit, I really had no clue how consuming this kind of work can really be. When you believe in your mission and have a vision for your organizations future, EVERYTHING, and I mean everything seems to circle back around to work. Now, don’t get me wrong. There are definitely benefits to truly caring about the work I do, but it does send my Obsessive Compulsive Disorder into complete overdrive, which is kind of humorously ironic, because I work for a mental health education nonprofit.
My point is that I am in the constant states of needing to apologize for my putting work before family and friends, needing to cheer for the little victories that come from all that hard work, and trying to remember if I washed my hair or how many times I’ve worn the same outfit this week.
So, we can start with apologies. I should probably start with my mom and mother-in-law. I more than miserably failed at even remembering it was Mother’s Day. Someone should probably let me know if that means I need to ignore my step dad and father-in-law on Father’s Day. I just want to be fair here. I’m sorry guys. My forgetfulness doesn’t make you ladies any less awesome. It just makes me a flaky daughter/daughter-in-law who promises to try really hard to do better next year.
Superfriend, sorry I forget to wash your socks and cook dinner. Or shop for things to cook for dinner. You really are one handy dude, and if it weren’t for you, we’d have probably starved to death by now.
Also, sorry to everyone I forgot to text, call or email back. It’s not because I don’t love you, it’s just because I cannot remember my own name. Seriously. All I seem to be able to remember is my nonprofit mission, and mental health statistics. For example, did you know that for every $1 spent on mental health services in the state of Texas, you get $23 in return income?
Okay. I’m done now. But on a serious note, I miss you guys. It’s my goal to at least get back on Twitter a little. Like three times a week. Probably not Facebook, because that website is shady business full of posts about things I’m convinced drop my IQ level. Also, I hate the feeling of being stalked prey.
Second, now let’s cheer for the fact that I might actually be able to afford a second employee after Christmas. This means I can actually hire someone trustworthy who can handle some of the programs and services we offer and I will be free to actually find my desk again. Crossing my fingers and toes.
Third, I washed my hair yesterday… I’m pretty sure. So I’m relatively clean. In my defense, I have ear infections in both ears, so it hurts to dry my hair. I’ll find some antibiotics and get my crap together at some point.
Fourth, I think maybe I should start taking pictures of myself to confirm outfit choices. I’m perfectly serious when I say that I have actually worn the same dress twice in a week, and it wasn’t on purpose. Thanks to the secretary at the doctors office next door for kindly pointing that out, even if it wasn’t so kindly. I’m not making fun of her and her stupid scrubs she wears. Maybe they’re not the same every day, but maybe they are…
Finally, does anyone want to share how they balance working so much and not ignoring everyone and everything else around them? I really am trying to scale back, but any advice would be welcome.