Over the last couple of days I have been thinking about some accounts that were joint accounts between me and the wasband. Of course, he didn't close them so today I attempted to close two of them. The first one would barely give me the time of day and will only deal with him (on the plus side, the account has been closed and I've been told that neither one of us has access to it anymore). The second phone call I made today was much more productive and they were able to close the account upon my request (since I was on the account) and they said that they would take care of everything. I guess there are times where I just don't expect people (other than family and some friends) to go out of their way to help me out.
When I was dealing with some of these account issues, I ended up having to look in my "divorce box" and I came across some personal correspondence written by the wasband. I am going to give myself credit for knowing that I couldn't deal with that particular folder today and I put it back in the box and put the "divorce box" back into the cabinet. While I may be able to go through that folder one of these days and re-read those letters/notes, today was definitely not that day...
After a nice long talk with Mom and Dad today, I took my first bubble bath in over three years. I had to get creative in making that happen (since my bathtub has a catch on the drain but no stopper) but I was able to make it work (Yay! See, I'm already using one of my new mantras! Confused? See last weeks post...) Granted, I didn't get to stay in the tub for as long as I wanted to (silly dogs) but it is an indulgence that is relatively inexpensive (bubble bath is pretty cheap) and something that I will have to do again in the near future.
This goes back to recognizing that every so often I do have to take care of myself in order to be able to continue to take care of the needs of those around me. While I don't always think to make myself a priority, I know that I do need to try and make that happen or I am going to completely burn out mentally, emotionally and even physically. I am already nursing a sore ankle and I know that if I don't care of that, it's going to get worse, and then I won't be able to dance - - one of the main things I do to help keep myself active/happy/sane/etc.
Well, since I have a very busy/stressful week ahead of me at work (we are getting ready to complete a major upgrade of a website we use on a daily basis where we have to switch a lot of information over) and in dance (we have a big performance this coming Saturday - - parade in the AM and a performance at the county fair right after it where I will be performing my sword solo), I should probably bring this to a close and relax a little before bed.
Thank you for joining me as Year Two of Gypsy's Quest ends and I am looking forward to where Year Three may lead me on my quest and where it may lead you, my dear readers. =)
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