lost and found

I think I've come to the conclusion that I can be stubborn. Yeah, I can hear the chorus of sarcastic "Noooooo, REALLY?!" 's from across the country, thanks, guys. I'm talking specifically about the getting-around-on-my-own thing.

I had a meeting yesterday in an area that I pass on the bus and train fairly regularly, and I guess I decided that since I'd seen it off in the hazy distance, I knew the area I was going to, and I'd be fine. They really should make that the dictionary definition of 'denial', you know.

Getting there was fine - Cam dropped me off on his way to work. Getting out of there and back to the train station involved several sets of directions and a nice little detour through Uzbekistan. It was great exercise, but I really do need to stop pulling this crap.

I think maybe I need to either start reading maps more often before I go out or - gasp - rely on other people a bit more. I've been like this my whole life; you'd think I could give up a little independence and, you know, the possibility of having a mobility induced coronary, every now and then.

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Work is going well. I'm almost out of the first phase of the project, and into the second. I'm feeling a lot less overwhelmed by doing this whole thing practically on my own now that I'm well and truly into it. The networking I've been doing has thrown up some really supportive contacts, which is probably helping me settle.

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Not much else going on here. It's my father in law's birthday on Saturday, and we spent this afternoon running around getting his present organised. It's difficult doing this sort of stuff now that Cam has so little time to spare - we do have schedule stuff carefully.