Feeling sorry for myself

I've tried to figure out just how long I would be on a labor contract. By policy, I would need to make over 15 extra labor credits per month, which would mean my own labor quota would be about 4 hours more than normal. In theory, that should not be difficult, and if I get a pattern going, I can do much better than that. But at minimum, I believe I'll be on a contract for 13 months. A little over a year and a day.

I can live with that. What I might not be able to live with is the stipulation that I must not be in the labor hole for two months -- it's gotta be two consecutive months, and I'll find out for sure. That's bothering me, although it probably won't be a big deal. I need to go to Witchcamp!!! And also there'll be other sorts of things during the year, too.

I'll need to change various habits: the habit of getting up late, and getting out late. I'll need to jump out of bed at 7, for example (like I did today), and not spend so much time socializing with folks in the morning. I'll miss that, as I love my housemates, one of which is three years old and cute as a button even when he's being wretched.

I'll need to cut my naps short, or not take them. And I'll need to work in the evenings, too.

And, sob, I'll probably need to cut back on other non-labor creditable activities, like, ack, pagan ritual. I wonder how I'll do that -- I sort of feel obligated on a certain level to priestess these things. Maybe I'll have to just limit myself to priestessing at Twin Oaks (where I can take labor credits under "holiday.") and the occasional rare instance off the farm. Waaa. That will be difficult.

And, another sob, I'll have to figure out how to curtail my other non-labor creditable activities which are just as fun and important... grrr. I'm not a partier in a big way, but the little I do is important. And I absolutely refuse to give up drumming. I'll figure something out.

If I become a grouch during the time of my labor contract, well, someone provide sympathy at least, so it's not a permanent condition. I've seen people when they're changing their habits, and they are often not cheery about it. At least I don't smoke. Things could be oh so much worse.

Given a choice, I'd rather become grouchy than boring. Consider this fair warning. I'll do my best to be entertaining, but I realize this post and yesterdays are not as funny. I'll get my groove on again, I promise. Probably when the sun comes out again. It's been rainy and dark, and it's a truly dedicated person who can be entertaining when it's rainy and dark.
much love,
Kelpie