Pete and Repeat
I know, I've had a million blogs. I've let them all die. There's a good chance this one will die, too.
But.
I'm going through some big changes right now. 2019 seems to be a year for the books, and it's not quite halfway over yet. And one of the things I keep coming back to is...I wish I wrote more. Or at all, if I'm honest. At least for myself.
Blogs in general are oh-so-2009, I know. Maybe even older. But hey, maybe it's time for a revival. I'm going to try my damnedest to write at least a little bit regularly, although I think I'll tackle this differently than I ever have before. I just want snapshots. It may not be current snapshots, it may not make sense, I might use prompts, I might write fiction, who the hell knows. But I miss the action of writing, the ritual, the legacy, the exercise of that very specific muscle. One that goes dormant incredibly easy but every now and then begins to twitch and throb. It's time to flex a little bit.
So-- where I am right now. I live in Austin, TX. I've been here just shy of 4 years. I've been with my boyfriend kind of off and on for almost exactly 3 years (though we've been mostly on for the past year and a half or so). I'm moving in with him very soon. This is the first time I'll live with a partner. At the end of March, I quit my job as an assistant director at a non-profit where I'd been about 2 and a half years. I joined a for-profit law firm that works immigration cases as a grunt, and I fucking hate it. I'm in debt from my Master's degree and the multiple moves I've made (this is the 4th state I've lived in since 2009). This year marks the 10th anniversary of my leaving my home state of Kansas, where almost all of my family still lives. I have a brother who turns 15 this year, and a sister who's about 8 weeks pregnant and living in Alabama. Two years ago I climbed most of Mt. Kilimanjaro and it's all felt downhill since then... no pun intended. Well, mostly.
So I have a lot of ground to cover. I'm 32, I own two cats, I'm a control freak/Libra, and I'm feeling like I'm standing in the middle of a swirl of wind. I don't know which way I'll stumble when things die down. I don't know when things will die down.
But I do want to write some stuff down.
But.
I'm going through some big changes right now. 2019 seems to be a year for the books, and it's not quite halfway over yet. And one of the things I keep coming back to is...I wish I wrote more. Or at all, if I'm honest. At least for myself.
Blogs in general are oh-so-2009, I know. Maybe even older. But hey, maybe it's time for a revival. I'm going to try my damnedest to write at least a little bit regularly, although I think I'll tackle this differently than I ever have before. I just want snapshots. It may not be current snapshots, it may not make sense, I might use prompts, I might write fiction, who the hell knows. But I miss the action of writing, the ritual, the legacy, the exercise of that very specific muscle. One that goes dormant incredibly easy but every now and then begins to twitch and throb. It's time to flex a little bit.
So-- where I am right now. I live in Austin, TX. I've been here just shy of 4 years. I've been with my boyfriend kind of off and on for almost exactly 3 years (though we've been mostly on for the past year and a half or so). I'm moving in with him very soon. This is the first time I'll live with a partner. At the end of March, I quit my job as an assistant director at a non-profit where I'd been about 2 and a half years. I joined a for-profit law firm that works immigration cases as a grunt, and I fucking hate it. I'm in debt from my Master's degree and the multiple moves I've made (this is the 4th state I've lived in since 2009). This year marks the 10th anniversary of my leaving my home state of Kansas, where almost all of my family still lives. I have a brother who turns 15 this year, and a sister who's about 8 weeks pregnant and living in Alabama. Two years ago I climbed most of Mt. Kilimanjaro and it's all felt downhill since then... no pun intended. Well, mostly.
So I have a lot of ground to cover. I'm 32, I own two cats, I'm a control freak/Libra, and I'm feeling like I'm standing in the middle of a swirl of wind. I don't know which way I'll stumble when things die down. I don't know when things will die down.
But I do want to write some stuff down.
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