Last year was a bad year for blogging and I’m not sure this one will be any better. It should be better, but we’ll see. I’ve got a lot of novels to get done first.
Well, I had one emergency room visit that was sadly expensive and also ended completely unresolved. The issue hasn’t reoccurred and it did galvanize me to get off my ass and get myself a physical. Everything came back fine, though my weight is on the heavy side. I don’t feel badly overweight, but if you run the ‘you are this height and age’ numbers, I am apparently a lot of overweight. Which triggers doctors to inform me of all of this exercising I’m apparently not doing, never mind the fact that I walk five miles four times a week minimum. Which they never asked about. I blame a lot of this on the town, which has an obsessive attitude for health and fitness.
No real goals for health next year. I should eat better, this is a goal I should work on, but I’m also aware that I probably won’t. I like eating, I like eating certain kinds of foods that are objectively crap. And also, it’s really hard to get good produce out here, which is a lot of what I really need to eat healthier.
No diversifying of monetary streams and I am still making shitty wages. I am getting by, but it’s not great.
Need to ask for a raise or get a new job. Not excited about these prospects, either of them. Let’s move on, because this one just sucks.
So you know how last year I said I was apparently dating someone for like, five, ten years? We got married this summer. So far, it hasn’t really changed much except we make a lot of ‘you married that’ jokes. The biggest benefit of being married so far is that it is no longer weird for my spouse to buy me pants and I am so down with that.
Expanding love to include family and friends, things were a little rough on this front. Lost a grandmother and that was rough. Now that I am married, have to figure out how to split the holidays and integrate the families and that’s been… complicated. Not bad, but complicated. Families are great, but logistics alone are a pain in the ass, even with all the love and support in the world.
Still making sure I don’t buy maine coons. Waiting patiently for when life can move forward again and we’re not stuck somewhere we’re not fond of. Getting there. Getting closer.
It doesn’t feel like I accomplished anything, but I did. Close calls aren’t enough to make it from, but eventually one of those will resolve. I keep telling myself that. It doesn’t help much with the frustration, but it keeps me trying.
Keep on keeping on. Keep on writing, keep on editing, keeping throwing myself off of the metaphorical cliff until I get there.
I kept none of last year’s resolutions and am not making any this year.
Well, okay, here’s one. I resolve to get a post nano write up before next nano.
There, I have done it, I have resolved. Go team. See you next year.