The ying, the yang and the love

So very tired tonight. Working three jobs, none of which pay well at the moment, while still trying to be a “full-time” grad student.

Good grief.

Not enough time in the day. Not enough time for sleeping or relaxing or playing. President of the Students' Union. Working to Organize Lecturers. Working as a server at the Keg. Too much.

Recipe for disaster:
Add in one cup of the personal drama of co-workers releasing their own vast stresses directly at you with 4 cups of the fact that my partner, the main “breadwinner” of the house, is loosing his job on Dec. 1st. Mix with 500mL of not-having-a-project-or-supervisor-stress with 3 tbsp of complete lack of sleep and blend all together. Recipe for disaster? Recipe for me.

The push, the pull. The ying, followed by the yang.


The world is simultaneously spitting stress and divulging beauty at me. There are days like today with their compound stresses that make me want to physically run away leaving house and school and work. Packing my bags and heading to the airport with a credit card in hand and no destination in mind. Running away from everything. But there were also times today when I completelyetly overwhelmed by the unrestricted love and understanding of my partner. His caring, his tenderness, his thoughtfulness. He insisted that I go home and take care of myself this afternoon and that I tell work and responsibilities to go fuck themselves. So, home I went. Where I was reminded of our beautiful home and delightful puppy dog. I came home and sat for a moment. I breathed in deep, looked around and I could not but help feel entirely grateful and absolutely appreciative for my fortunate place in life. How many people know the the kind of love I know? How many people feel the kind of love I feel on a daily basis?

I hope many.

:)