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Blog all the things!

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Or maybe none of the things.  I suppose this is the new semi-annual blog post, full of apologies for not blogging and bursting with excuses about life and time and blah, blah, blah.

Found on the internet to perfectly encompass my entire being.

I mean, it’s fine.  There are only like, 3 people that read this anymore and I’m fine with that.  The thing that *does* bother me is that I actually like doing this whole blogging thing regardless of readership.  I’m definitely that kind of idiot that laughs at my own jokes and appreciates my own honest stupidity.  I like documenting the good and ridiculous parts of my life–the minutiae that makes me happy and frustrated and moronic on a daily basis.  I hate only keeping a secret hidden diary that goes in depth with all of the über-dark feelings that are terrifying in the light of day.  I’ve been keeping a list of things I want to blog about and if I really applied myself like all of those teachers in middle school told me to do, I would have ten thousand pages of content.

But yeah, no.

In the past 6 months or so there has been so much going on.  Things that in the moment feel like tumultuous life changes, both positive and negative but now, over time, don’t seem nearly as big.  For the most part, this is a good thing.  I don’t want an exciting life.  I’m old, goddammit and I’m tired and I want the enjoyment of predictability, not the anxiety of a shit storm around each corner.  Life in general has been overwhelming and I feel a desperation to shoehorn in ME time.  And then I feel guilty when I’m so tired that ME time is just playing cell phone games or watching YouTube videos about washing cars.  Seriously, if you’re not subbed to Stauffer Garage what are you even doing with your life?

I have 3 hours of dedicated work time on Saturdays (more on that eventually) so ideally I’ll use that time wisely and write at least a little bit.  Until the next super delayed post!

Happy Boxing Day!

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I don’t know how to blog anymore because it’s been so long.  I’m…trying but I’m also sick and tired and sleepy.  Until I learn how to organize my thoughts like a normal human again, here is a gift I got for Christmas:

but take no shit

do no harm

Mine is brass, not silver, but you should buy one in every finish.   I need to fix another bracelet that I used to wear daily so maybe one day I’ll be able to annoy everyone at yoga with my continual clanging.

This took ridiculously long for about 100 words.  Time to nap.

Thinking about things

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Man, what a month. I had a birthday and didn’t act like a whiny bitch.  I KNOW, RIGHT?  I am now 38 years old and am determined to…well, not act my age or anything, but maybe hide my immaturity a bit better.  Yeah…

I’m trying to think about this blog going forward.  The PB thing really took the wind out of my sails, so to speak.  I know it’s not ‘ruined’ but it sure feels that way. I really want to restore all the pictures and bring it back to its former glory.  Don’t laugh.  I am even thinking about switching to WordPress pro because it’s pretty darn neat.  I use it for my actual work website and blog and it’s snazzy.  I find it difficult to rationalize the expense, and I can generally rationalize most things I want to spend money on. I don’t want to quit, but I just wonder if it needs a face lift. Start a new blog or just draw a line in the sand and say I’m starting over right here?

There is always something more I want to say, one more thing to joke or whine about.  I’m feeling spread thin, between teaching, working on the social media for the business and blogging for the business which gives me more stress than I like. Mostly because I have a lot of research to do before I can blog somewhat intelligently on topics that I am unfamiliar with just to get a good framework and draft set up before the rest of the technical stuff is added.  We have a full client schedule now, and the Mr. is nice and busy which is encouraging.  Everyday I take a moment to be thankful for the life we have now, and secretly hope that nothing changes from this exact moment in time though I know that’s not realistic in the slightest. That’s not how it works.

I’m doing a terrible ob, by the way. At everything, mostly. Dishes are never done enough, laundry is never done enough, school is never thorough enough, social media presence is for shit, blah, blah, blah. I find myself inordinately excited when I remember to pack ice water for taekwondo or if I remember to practice violin enough. I need to get back on my diet.  I figure as of right now, I have two months before I screw it up with Robin’s birthday. And for all of this, I’m still grateful and happy. Is this what comes with age? Figuring out that things are good, or at least, will be?

It’s late a shit, and I’m obviously not being an adult by playing around on the computer at 0230. I will sleep and I will wake up on time and diet and do dishes and teach and go grocery shopping and go to the library and go to taekwondo and practice violin and clean out the litter box and blog and for fun and profit.