Despite May having suddenly appeared out of nowhere, I’m feeling much less manic than I was at the beginning of last month. But I am still neurotic and like numbers, so, here’s…
May by the Numbers
- Number of scripts sent out into the world on Sunday: 3
- Hours worked at the day job in April: 144
- Hours worked freelance in April: 42
- Number of houses purchased in April: 1
- Age I’ll be at the end of my home loan: 59
- Number of days ’til the beach: 13
- Number of days ’til I have to fit into a bridesmaid dress: 80
- Number of spreadsheets I’m currently using on a daily basis: 11
- Number of Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs still in my freezer: 17, miraculously
- Days ’til our Denver trip to see The Book of Mormon: 104
- Number of dollars I spent at Starbucks and Chipotle in April: I am afraid to look.
- Number of short films I’m meant to complete this month: 1
- Square inches of available counter space in my kitchen at the moment: 4.5
- Length of average blade of grass in my yard (in inches): 7
- Books started in April: 3
- Books finished in April: 0
(Probably Temporary) Re-Entry Into Adulthood
So, now that I’ve got the scripts out the door (and before I jump back into post-production on STILL), I’m shifting priorities just ever so slightly toward attempting a semi-normal routine for a semi-responsible adult. This mostly involves working out, getting my house back to a state of “mostly presentable” rather than its current state of Did a small tribe of messy squatters move in here while your eyes were glued to your computer screen?!, something I’m calling the #MakeYourOwnFood initiative (which involves — you guessed it — making my own food in order to save money & give the poor folks at Chipotle a break), finding some balance by making time to read for pleasure, and probably mowing my lawn (or bribing the boyfriend to do it with the fruits of the #MakeYourOwnFood initiative).
Regarding said initiative, I’ve decided to really have at it for a week, during which I’m not eating out unless someone else is cooking or buying (i.e., I’m not paying for food, except my non-negotiable morning coffee hit). I actually really love cooking, and it’s hard to point out a more tangible form of creativity. But I hate cleaning, and that makes for a rather poor combination especially when I’m swamped with other things. It’s only halfway through Day 2, but so far, so good!
The funny thing is, I’m only two days out from script work, and I’m already itching to work on something new. So I’ll probably be going at a nutbutts pace again here soon enough, but it’s nice to take a few days and regroup as part of my continuing efforts to pass as a Responsible-ish Adult.