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The past couple of weeks have been absolutely flat out with beginning-of-University-year events and other occasions, trying to complete a major project at work, and sundry disappointments. I have really been feeling very low throughout and only this week have I managed to overcome the spoon-and-time-debt enough to almost catch up house-and-garden chores. At the moment I don't actually have any unscheduled time until Saturday at the earliest.
A couple of the disappointments are important enough to me that I am going to record them here - neither were unexpected but sometimes it sucks to be right. Possibly I should F-Lock this but I don't know that anyone reads these posts anyway.
The first was a working bee at the Hall which no-one except myself turned up to, again making me wonder why I even bother trying to organise the things. Every time it gets harder to find the necessary motivation just to set a date and send out notices.
The other was the occasion of my 40th birthday, which went as poorly as could have been expected. I got the expected three messages from family, splashed out on bacon for dinner and that was it. I suppose it really was hope against hope that any of the friends I think/thought know/knew my birthday would find it worth remembering.
(I don't advertise my birthdate and services like FB are strictly set not to display it. It's a minor conceit but I wish people to consider it/me important enough to find out about rather than just something to get notified of. I'm the same way about who /I/ wish happy birthday on eg FB).
It was not as bad as my 30th. Which looking back I see I was too upset about to explicitly details in my journal but still remember with a degree of upset. At least this year I had a fun game with friends to see me through the evening.
A couple of the disappointments are important enough to me that I am going to record them here - neither were unexpected but sometimes it sucks to be right. Possibly I should F-Lock this but I don't know that anyone reads these posts anyway.
The first was a working bee at the Hall which no-one except myself turned up to, again making me wonder why I even bother trying to organise the things. Every time it gets harder to find the necessary motivation just to set a date and send out notices.
The other was the occasion of my 40th birthday, which went as poorly as could have been expected. I got the expected three messages from family, splashed out on bacon for dinner and that was it. I suppose it really was hope against hope that any of the friends I think/thought know/knew my birthday would find it worth remembering.
(I don't advertise my birthdate and services like FB are strictly set not to display it. It's a minor conceit but I wish people to consider it/me important enough to find out about rather than just something to get notified of. I'm the same way about who /I/ wish happy birthday on eg FB).
It was not as bad as my 30th. Which looking back I see I was too upset about to explicitly details in my journal but still remember with a degree of upset. At least this year I had a fun game with friends to see me through the evening.
