I heard an expression on a Zoom conference on Tuesday, which resonated with me. “Comfort doesn’t exist in the growth zone! Growth doesn’t exist in the comfort zone!”
My Slimming World online subscription expired today. Then I went to a class – weigh-in only – to check the aftermath of Lockdown eating. I gained SIXTEEN pounds. From being 20 Stone 0.5 Pounds, I’m now 21 Stone 2.5 Pounds. However, I needed that kick up the Arse. Even though the drive to-and-from Brackaville was a nightmare.
Next week, I have a job interview in Belfast. I can ask the interviewers if there is a possibility of transferring to a more regional location if I do a good enough job there. It’s for Shopmobility. God willing, Lockdown in Northern Ireland will end tomorrow. The Executive decide tonight. A haircut and shave next Tuesday afternoon depends on it.
Sensory overloads are taking place quite regularly now. However, music is my best therapy. Plus, I’m on a Discord group for Adults with Autism.
Black Friday tomorrow. My brother and I have to run an errand together in Cookstown. Hopefully, my sleep will be good.
One piece of good news, I found my parcel box. I left it at the shop where the Post Office was. Everything’s fine now.
I feel that yesterday was a pivotal moment in my life. On Tuesday night, I had ZERO sleep. Then I only had a forty-minute nap. Then I went berserk; after heading to a friend’s place to borrow his laptop (my MacBook Pro has a damaged charger, and I can’t afford a replacement, yet) and I was about to go on a rampage.
My complementary therapist recommended Magnesium supplements for my sleep. I got that. Also, I went to a chemist and got elderberry tablets. For £14.99! (WTF?)
I am putting in so much effort for so little return. How much longer must this continue?
Today is American Mother’s Day. I remembered that when talking to my Canadian friend today; she can’t visit her mum’s grave, because Canada still shuts down the cemeteries. At least we’re making more process.
Last night, I was meant to see an Otis Redding Tribute Act in Belfast. Perhaps I was licking my wounds by having a rough weekend. However, I have come out better. This evening, I will try and bid for the one affordable lot from the Art Battle auction done by Manchester Artists. It’s for the NHS and helping the nighttime economy in that city.
I am on the reserve list for the PPE mask-manufacturing jobs in Magherafelt. If someone chickens out, I might get shortlisted. Fingers crossed.
My brother’s final University exams are this coming week. He’ll graduate next month – no formal ceremony. He’ll be home at the end of June. He deserves to put his feet up once he’s back home.
Lockdown does get to me several times. But I had ZERO interest in the Lady Gaga event – I’m Team Trump whenever it comes to the WHO – instead, I attended a Manchester-themed stream on Saturday and Sunday evenings. The donation I made was for the NHS. But I was there for the tunes. 😀
There will be a Belfast-themed stream – of Funk and Soul – which is also raising money for the NHS. I feel that putting my money where my mouth is is better than clapping. 😉
I am also attending Zoom classes for Slimming World. Plateauing at the moment. But I can still pat myself in the back for not gorging myself stupid.
Plus, I have no interest in Tiger King. 🙂 Instead, a Skype friend from Etobicoke – Toronto – keeps me company. Plus, a friend from Belfast who – like me – is one of the few non-Canadians to love the Tragically Hip. 🙂
I feel that being an introvert has given me an advantage in this Lockdown. Plus, being friendly with a Canadian Latch-Key Kid from the seventies also provides me with good company.
I posted my brother’s birthday gifts ahead of schedule. It was a sign of appreciation, given all he had to endure in his final semester. During my last semester, as an undergraduate, our home was caught up in the Foot-and-Mouth crisis of 2001. Of course, I lost enthusiasm at final year; underperforming. But I can now say that some things weren’t meant to be achieved.
I also bought an album, last night, on Bandcamp of a Hammond Organ band from Northern Ireland. They were the support act whenever I was at a gig in the Oh Yeah! Music Centre last December. Seemed like only yesterday.
I’m good. They won’t break me, I am standing my ground. 🙂