Instead of New Orleans…

As often happens in my life…things did not go as planned. I’m not referring to the little and already known fact of not attending the 2011 American Counseling Association conference. What I am referring to are the plans I made for myself in place of the time I should have been “living it up”.

First allow me to explain something…I was not looking at this as a vacation, although there would have been those aspects. I was looking at this as I have for other state and national conferences I have attended and will attend. A break from my routine, a rejuvenation of my passion. A chance to test my knowledge and ability to interact with other professionals. And yes, maybe, just maybe, secure a job offer…even if it meant leaving the state. I’m not a baby bird anymore and it is time to spread my wings.

Instead, I made plans to capture those same feelings sans $1,000 trip. My supervisor recently asked me to give a presentation on suicide assessment and intervention through the lens of motivational interviewing. I have my licensure exam to study for and I have countless on-line course I need and want to take. On the personal side of things, I have shopping to do and other “fun” things I still plan for next weekend…so it’s a surprise!

What happened? I dunno? Life?

Saturday I woke up before 8. How did this happen? 5 pounds of black and white fuzz with a pink tongue and wiggly tail. My Mom was walking down the hall (I know MAJOR news, right?) Well, for the dog it was life changing. She quickly attempted to dig herself away from my back and out of my covers. In the process of scratching up my back and howling at the EVIL INTRUDER…I woke up. It helped that my Mom yelled “Emme, shhh your Mom is sleeping!”

Out of bed and down the steps. I did a lot of nothing before attempting to take her for a walk. Less than 5 minutes into it and not even half a mile…I decided it was TOO COLD and went home. 9 minute trip, 1/2 mile total. I then changed and went to the Rec Center.

At the Rec I saw my friend Julie. We chatted on the elliptical for a while before she went off to do some boxing and other stuff. I stayed on the machines and did a run/elliptical mix for an hour. Just over 4 miles. Then we went to Zumba. I knew I wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t find my balance…broke out into a cold sweat at one point. Rachel was there with us, and although I wanted to go home…I agreed to attend Total Body Tone with her while she killed time waiting for her boyfriend to finish Dodgeball. THEN I finally got to shower and go home!

Once home I really really really wanted to nap. But I had to submit (and organize) both my Mom’s and my data for the Cupcake Marathon. We both finished! Yippie!

By then it was time to get ready to go to Brian’s. I didn’t know what we had planned, but I knew I was going to make him do SOMETHING fun to keep my mind off the vacation that wasn’t. We went out to Applebee’s and then hung out at his place. Sunday we watched The Fighter and a few episodes of The League, a show I love WAY TOO MUCH. And it makes me wish I had a cute, sarcastic, sport loving boyfriend. Specifically one with hilarious friends and weekly antics.

The rest of Sunday was spent on my couch eating everything in sight. Really I don’t know why I was so hungry! Mom and I watched TV, I read a few chapters in my Hunger Games book and I hit the hay!

Did everyone else’s weekend go as planned?

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