Bumper Cars

I hate bumper cars. Hated them the first time I ever tried them. I got in the little car, excited to get to steer. The signal goes off and all these people I don’t know are out to get me. One second I’m facing one way and the next I’ve been blindsided by some bratty ten-year-old, my car has done a 180 and the back of my head hurts.

My life has been a bit bumper car-ish lately. If you’ve read any of my previous entries, you get the gist I’m a control freak, so quick directional changes are not my thing. But sometimes you don’t have a choice.

Yes, this all sounds a little vague. Some of the changes I can put on my blog, others aren’t as appropriate. Appropriate changes: I’ve started in a new position at the college as a project manager. It’s challenging and fun, but the learning curve is steep and I still sit in many meetings taking notes about things I completely don’t understand. (PeopleSoft, anyone?)

Secondly, I lasted through two sessions of my first grad school class. I’m embarrassed to admit this. I feel like a quitter. (Okay, I am a quitter.) But the classes just didn’t do it for me. Not that they were too challenging – it was organizational development, for Pete’s sake – but it was just a touchy-feely, human resourcey program that does not match at all with my personality or strengths. I’m finally old enough to realize that when things feel wrong, it’s okay to step away. So I did.

The less blog-appropriate changes will remain under wraps. I guess the reason I’m even documenting this is to explain why entries have been MIA lately. It’s hard to type in a bumper car.

Next time, I’ll be more light-hearted and witty. Maybe something about my current kitchen remodel (sigh) or maybe a new dog (awesome). Either way, I’ll try not to wait so long.