Bummed: I didn’t get that freelance writing job. My phase 2 application wasn’t what they were looking for, and I was not invited to continue on to phase 3. It’s upsetting. I knew from the start, based on the job description, that I had a slim chance of getting it. But that didn’t make me want it any less.
Broken: I have a sprained wrist. And it’s my right wrist, to boot. I’m under doctor’s orders to baby it, which is really hard, cause I kind of use my right hand for everything. The kicker is that I can’t write, which I learned on Thursday. After spending 3 hours on the computer that evening my wrist was screaming and throbbing for the rest of the night. Turns out the angle is bad, so even though the wrist isn’t doing much actual work, it’s still too hard on it. I can’t even read. The position I would have to hold my hand in to hold a book or continually turn pages is not conducive to the healing rest it needs. I’m breaking the rules just writing this post.
Hopefully my convalescence will only last a matter of days. The wrist itself will take 2-3 weeks to fully heal, but I should be able to add activities back in as it gets stronger. Until then, I’m relegated to the couch watching TV, which makes me feel incredibly lazy and unproductive. Knowing how close my book ending could be only makes it worse.
So, until then, I’ll keep my chin up, and look ever forward. This is just a minor blip in the grand scheme of things.