Added brokerage to one of my IRA accounts.
The church that gives EC office space rent-free, and Internet and phone, has asked for a room back for their organist (music director?) We can't very well say "no", so it looks like we're losing our storage/records room, which means I can't cache my spare monitors, lappy and tablet packaging, etc. there. So I have a choice to make - take my Lexmark E210 laser printer home, or more rationally, discard it seeing as it predates Windows 2000 and the toner is stale and no Windw
I have many strengths but I'd be lying if I said punctuality is one of them. I have been fortunate, or perhaps merely sly, in finding jobs where it's usually not a disciplinary matter if I am habitually late. It still bothers me. Despite the fact that I genuinely like my job //
Well, let me walk that back a little, and exhaust a side track: I believe in the organization's mission, I am gratified and spiritually fed by being a part of it, I admire and respect the people I work with, and I feel fairly valued and compensated. My tech skills are gathering dust here so I do feel in a way "underemployed", but all things considered, this is such a giant improvement over The Bad Job. And if you asked me what would be so exciting that I would bounce out of bed eager to do paying work every morning, the answer is "I don't know"... do I want back into the tech field? not especially... So if I have to work, then this a pretty good place to be. Christ's career advice is "lay up treasures in heaven". I feel like this is doing that, while also affording me a relatively normal (if modest) lifestyle.
So, getting back to my initial train of thought... I like my job, but it's still an internal struggle to get there when I'm supposed to be there if I don't have the incentive of a scheduled meeting or bookkeeper coordination to hurry me along. If we can use "adulting" as a verb, can we also add "childing" to the lexicon? What does childing look like? In this case, all the things I do pretty much every morning that delay my timely arrival at my desk. Same diversions that occupy my free time evenings and weekends. I have wondered time and again if psychotherapy or even hypnosis might not go a long way toward fixing my tendency to let childing delay adulting.
Therapy costs. It would slow my aggressive savings plan way down. Boohoo.