Oh my word y’all. I’m tired. I’ve got a head cold. I’m up to my eyeballs in work. I don’t feel like I’ve had two minutes to sit quietly and do nothing in the last two weeks, let alone come over here and say Hi.
I’m working with my boss to plan a conference. HOLY SHITBALLS planning a conference is a ridiculous amount of work. She kept saying, “You’ve planned a wedding, you’ll be great!” Well, yes, except with my wedding? Was pretty low-keyish. And I didn’t care if stuff didn’t happen the way it was supposed to. And I wasn’t worried about people thinking I was competent. A conference? Worried about those things.
Anyway, it’s tomorrow and Thursday, and then the thing will be behind me. And next year when she asks me to help I’ll forget all of this stress and jump at the opportunity to challenge myself again. Because I have a short memory for stress. It’s probably a coping mechanism.
Also? If you haven’t been paying attention, there is a stupid amount of anti-reproductive choice legislation whooshing it’s way through a number of states right now. (The Guttmacher Institute does a fantastic job of highlighting what’s happening where.) I’ve been busy writing letters and making phone calls which – in Virginia – seems like it might have actually made a small difference, since the state legislature backed down on a few bills last week. So, WRITE LETTERS. MAKE CALLS. If you haven’t signed up to receive action alerts from Planned Parenthood DO IT NOW. They make it so easy to add your voice. They send you an email that says, “We need your help! Contact your legislator. Click this link.” And then you click the link, see if you agree with PP’s position, add your name and they do the rest. It’s easy and effective. DO IT.
Okay, well, that’s the last free 5 minutes I have for the next two days.