Celebrating birthdays with 15-hour shifts.

Today is the anniversary of Pearl Harbor , and I never forget, because it’s the day after my birthday. It’s sobering visiting Pearl Harbor. Historical sites always have these funky energies to them.

Yesterday was an okay day. I didn’t anticipate working so long on my birthday, but there was a party reservation here at the course, and I had to stay until they left, which apparently ended up being midnight, although the party was scheduled until 8:00 pm. James came and brought my birthday to me, and we had some pizza from next door. He’s great about getting me things I would utilize, so he got me a tackle backpack, a knife set for field dressing, some lures, and my daughters got me a new phone case and cord protectors (jesus I sound like a redneck). I’m looking forward to packing my tackle bag and heading out to the refuge tomorrow to do a little fishing and hiking maybe.

I hate James’s UTA weekends, because I guess I’m needy and hate being apart. I always intend on going out and having drinks or dinner with people I never see, but instead I end up going home after work and hanging out with my dogs and watching Netflix. Which is probably what I’ll end up doing tonight. Socializing is just so… exhausting. I know I’m isolating myself, and it’s never a good thing, but I can’t seem to force myself to pretend to enjoy being around people except my family. I’d rather be on my couch with a book or outdoors in some quiet grassland.

Grabbed some info on the nurse intern positions that open in the summer. I suppose I’ll apply, but I’m not sure where I’m going to squeeze a 24hr/week internship with required 4-hour conferences into my preexisting two jobs. I know I’m maxing myself out with work and school and family, but I don’t really know any other way to exist.

After all, it’s just temporary, right? At least that’s what I tell myself…