Amy is taking the day off today. Since she covered my AI on Saturday, she said I should cover hers today. I said I’d be happy to, no questions asked, then she said, “Don’t make me cut you, bitch.” I nodded and squeaked out, “okay.”
Later she apologized and said that she was just having a rough day and was exhausted after perfectly executing a ninja attack on a bunch of acupuncturist ghost hunters. Unfortunately, their electrogeigospectrometers confirmed that Amy was the ghost of Michael Jackson’s dad. So you can understand her frustration. If you’d like to help Amy, send cupcakes.
I’ve been complaining a lot lately. I’m grumpy, overworked, exhausted and I have someone clutching my liver with all her strength. But really, aside from the pregnancy discomfort stuff, I couldn’t be more pleased with my life right now. It’s amazing. I have really great things happening all around me, the least exciting of which is that my daughter will be born three weeks from tomorrow! Life is so much more than good.
I’m still here at Skepchick. I’m part of two new podcasts (Curiosity Aroused andÂ Podcast Beyond Belief)Â that are both going great! I’ve got the Women Thinking Free Foundation (mostly) up and running, and it blows my mind that I accidentally formed a nonprofit! I’ve got some really great projects that I’m working on with the foundation, plus I’ve got some other projects in the works. Things are good. Really good.
I’ve been reflecting a lot on how I got to where I am today, and the choices I’ve made and the life changes I’ve gone through to lead me to right here and right now. The most influential event in getting me here was the death of my sister. That’s difficult. My life is great because my sister died. I don’t know where I’d be if she were around, but I know it wouldn’t be here. It’s hard not to ask myself if I would change it all if I could. I can’t answer, but my brain really wants me to. Â But it involves choosing between my sister, whom I love and miss terribly, and my entire life now, including Moose and my pending daughter, Delaney. Plus I’m pretty sure there are about a million things logically wrong with even considering such an imaginary proposition, not the least of which is that it’s not even possible.
But as rational as I’d like to be, I’m still vulnerable to my emotions, and I can’t help but feel guilt over this completely fictional offer to go back and change it all. It’s been eating away at me the last few days.
How do you reconcile a clash of emotion vs reason? Do you ever play these unreasonable and illogical mind games with yourself?
The Afternoon Inquisition (or AI) is a question posed to you, the Skepchick community. Look for it to appear Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays at 3pm ET.