- While I am not a person who identifies as LGBTQ+, I do identify as an ally. I’m very passionate about LGBTQ+ rights, and read and think about these issues a great deal.
- I have friends who are LGBTQ+. I fully love and support every one of them.
I have always wanted to be a writer.
I’m very manic right now, and struggling with insomnia. As I write this, I’m up at the crack of dawn, writing this because I’m unable to sleep. I’ve been struggling to sleep a full night for several days now.
My boyfriend lives two hours away from me. While I’m fortunate that this is all the distance that’s separating us, I still miss seeing him in person. I miss him even more now that the Corona virus is keeping us safely indoors. Thankfully, I had the chance to see him over Valentine’s Day, where we spent three bliss-filled days in each other’s presence. We went to a movie, visited several antique stores, and hung out around my house.
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For those of you who don’t know, I finished writing a sci-fi book. I finally figured out the title, which I’ll keep a secret until I’m ready to publish it.
I’m enjoying typing out what I’ve written, and have found that my chapters are much longer than I remember. (No wonder I have only like twenty-seven chapters in my book!)
I’m almost done with my moss stitch lap blanket.
Several months–and many books later–I’m steadily knitting and purling my way towards the end of my afghan. It’s been a new challenge for me, because it’s been years since I tried following a pattern. The projects I normally did in the past were scarves, where I would knit a row, and then purl a row. At the very least, this made very good at purling and knitting. I was more than happy to take on this project, because it alternates between knitting and purling.
Recently, I’ve been listening to the podcast Write Now by Sarah Werner. In one of her podcasts, she talks about forming writing goals and sticking to them. One of her suggestions is to pick a number, like a certain number of pages, or a certain word count, and sticking to this reasonable goal.
I like the idea of wanting to write 200 words every day. It’s a manageable amount. It’s not too terrifying, and yet it’s doable.
I want to break some millennial traditions during my lifetime. I don’t just want to live with my boyfriend someday, I want to marry him. He’s my best friend, my steadfast love, someone I can count on to be with me through thick and thin.
I want a ring.
Someday, maybe, I’ll have two kids. I’d be happy with two boys or two girls, or even a boy and a girl. I’ve created names for potential kids, though I have a little harder time coming up with girl names.
I’m definitely not ready for any of these things. I’m happy with just being with my boyfriend and letting our relationship grow and expand. We’re still young, and we’ve got all the time in the world for our relationship to mature.
Here’s to the future,
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As I approach the New Year here in America, I want to look back on all the fun and fantastic things I did this year. As always, this year went by pretty fast. It doesn’t seem real that we’re already going to enter a new millennium. It all feels quite strange. I’m excited and a little nervous about the new decade to begin, but I’m sure I’m not alone in feeling this way.
In any case, I’m looking forward to a new decade, where I want bigger and better changes to happen in our world.
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I hope you had a wonderful Christmas! I love this time of year, not only because of my Christian faith, but because of the time I spend with my family.
I discovered this German composer through A Little Life, and have recently been listening to his piano pieces.
Listening to Schumann, I recognize how freaking hard his compositions are, but also how rewarding they sound: I think if you can play a piece by Schumann, I think you can play pretty much anything.
My life is changing. I have more energy, energy to stay awake during the day. I wake up now and don’t feel groggy when I head downstairs to eat breakfast. I tend to go to bed earlier than I used to, but this is because I’m taking less naps in the afternoon. I’m reading and writing more than I have in the past several years. I’m not afraid or anxious when confronted with a blank white piece of paper. I don’t judge myself before I write; the words flow out of me like water from a faucet.
Two months ago, I started a new medication. And it’s making a world of difference in my life.
I’ve loved writing ever since I could form letters. Ever since I knew how to formulate stories through play.
As a child, I loved telling stories with my Beanies, Crazy Bones in the sandbox, and German animals. (I’ve played with so many toys; these are the top three.)
I’ve been coloring while re-reading A Little Life. It keeps me going, even when the pages keep getting darker. I’ve missed coloring, it’s been something to help keep my hands busy. (I know I’ve been writing waay too much about my reading experience with A Little Life, but I seriously can’t stop obsessing over it.)
The imagery and the bright colors help me focus: bright red, light blue, a light shade of brown, a golden splotch here and there–
I’ve been able to distance myself from the pain. Coloring animals is my way of staying focused as these characters go about their lives.
With each color picked from the palate, I feel a little like a painter, naming my creatures afterwards. I.E. “Horse of the Forest.”
Coloring helps me entertain myself as I listen, throws some light on the shade of the pages. I’ve been down this road one before, but in my head, I change the story. (I actually have a happier version that I’m writing, just for myself. Working on this fan fiction, sticking to the bones of the real story, helps me heal from the tragedy of the real novel.)
For me, coloring and reading is the new knitting. Just a different task.
My life was forever changed on September 18th, 2008. This was the day that I heard the Texas alternative/art rock group called Blue October for the first time.