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Day 35 – You Didn’t Think I Would Keep Up, Did You?

Of course you didn’t. And if you did, well then you’re new here. I don’t stick to schedules – my own or others, lol. To really drive that point home, know that I tried to start this post yesterday and kept getting sidetracked with eight million other things. Schedules aren’t really my friends even though they need to be. Weird considering how much I love to make lists of shit. Anywhoooo…..

I am definitely NOT one of those people who has known since childhood what they wanted to be “when they grew up”. First of all, I’m never growing up, so there’s that. Did I think, 30-ish years ago, that my job would be what it is now? That I’d be shaking my ass in my home office while I check out some shit in someone’s database? Uh, no. I did not. I probably didn’t even know what the hell a database was at that time.

Well what did I want to do? There was a long and ever-changing list. Some of the things were things that a lot of kids (or kids who were kids when I was a kid) said they wanted to do like veterinarian or lawyer. I held on to chemist for a while for some reason or another (before I ever had a Chemistry class – spoiler alert – didn’t like it). I never really had the concept that some things would be available to me like sportscaster or stand-up comedienne. Those are things that I probably would have been good at. Yeah, they’re also things that it’s not too late to do at some level, but I really have enough on my plate already.

There were other things on that list. One of the big ones was architect. I took an architectural drafting class in high school. Did the whole two-floor layout, chimney, glass windows, elevation drawing and everything. Thinking back on it, I probably could have stayed in that lane. I really love/d pencil and line work, lettering, creating. I got sidetracked away from it when I came to the realization that I kinda only think in two dimensions. Technically, that’s enough for an architect, but 3D would probably be better.

Also on the list was interior designer. For small town Pennsylvania, it was kind of surprising that we even had an interior design class, but we did. Whether I wanted a challenge or I was just goofing (it was over 30 years ago, I can’t remember everything), I deliberately chose all of the craziest, grossest patterns and colors for my house. Oh, we had to make a house out of a big cardboard box and separate it into rooms and then decorate each of the rooms with our little scraps. Damn if my shit didn’t turn out looking fly AF. Maybe I have an eye for color or something.

I said the list was long. But this is the last one I’m gonna talk about today: landscape architect. I’m guessing that you can see the theme here. I mean, looking back at it, I can. Then I don’t think I did. Definitely didn’t, otherwise I’d probably be in one of these fields. I went as far as a semester at Penn State with those intentions, but I was not mentally or physically prepared to be in that whole situation, so bleep bloop bleep, shut down that simulation. Being on the main campus of PSU at 16 might work for some people, but it sure as fuck didn’t work for me, lol. Hives like a mofo. Never had them before, never since. Crazy welts whenever I scratched and I was itchy CONSTANTLY. I think that’s what’s called anxiety. Ah well.

These days, as I stand around and dance and write code, it turns out that I’m getting the opportunity to live out some of those childhood concepts in our new house. Architect is not so much happening. I mean, the house is already built. Will there be another structure? Yes, but I doubt that I’ll have much input on how that one goes together. I know when to stay in my lane. Now, that interior design, that’s a whole different story! Around the house, we surely need paint. I’m going to stay away from finding the craziest shit I can find this time, but I’m still excited to pick out our color palette. Things could get a little crazier in my pole room since it’s a dedicated space. *insert evil laugh*

That leaves landscape architect – the most exciting prospect. We have a whole back yard and a whole front yard that I can dump excessive amounts of money into fixing and refixing and refixing! I am really excited though. Seems like no one has grass that grows well around here which is a great reason to look into some xeriscaping in the front. I’m giddy.

Ok, enough. I still have a bunch of tasks to tackle. Have a wonderful day!

Eleven Twelfths

You are the reason I’ve been waiting all these years. Somebody holds the key. Yeah.

As we come to the end of another freaking year (seriously, how the hell did this happen?!?!) and I enter my 48th year on this wacky rock, I’m figuring out who the you and the somebody is. Spoiler alert: they’re both me.

Huh? Yeah. I’m the reason that I procrastinate. I’m the reason I’ve been waiting all of these years/months/days/hours/minutes to do ‘that thing’ that I’ve been meaning to do. I hold the key. I have the time. I’ve just been lazy. Or perhaps lazy is extreme. I’ve been floating without direction is probably more accurate.

Every year, or close to, I talk about what I’m going to do in the next year. I have taken New Year’s Resolutions out of my world and replaced them with New Day Resolutions. I simply stopped remembering this concept and let myself slip and slide down the hill to mediocrity and below. It took way too long, but I finally realized what the hell I was doing to myself and dragged my ass out of that darkness.

Not an easy task, ok? I hate this time of year. From November 1 through January 1 could literally be removed from the calendar and I would be cool with that. It’s even taking my birthday off the calendar. I’m cool. I’m not sure when it was that I went from ‘Yay Christmas’ to ‘oh, ok, Christmas’ to ‘FFS is it over yet?!?!’ but that last one is where I am. Not the most fun when it’s your other half’s favorite holiday. But, I deal. And then I can go back into my dark, hermit cave to recuperate from this mess that is the holiday season.

This year, I’m doing something that I’ve never done before – taking the last week of the year off of work. I’ve had the capability to do this for well over ten years now, but for whatever reason, I just never did. We’ll see how it goes, but having that whole week to set up my routines, get my planner all pretty, get everything in its place to start 2022 strong (really hoping to get some of these things implemented in December so I can cement them into place in January) and kick ass the whole way through. Yeah! Go me!

Something I’ve been asked a million times and I’ve never had an answer for (and still don’t) is “What is your why?” I hate this question. Partially because I think it’s just a stupid question and partially because I don’t have an answer. I suppose it would be neat to have that all wrapped up in a nice package, no? Some people do and can rattle off that answer no problem. Me? Uhhhhhhh, *shoulder shrug*. Is this really the end-all and be-all of life? Some of us are quite happy with just floating through, helping where we can, throwing in a laugh here and there. What’s wrong with that? Guess it depends who you ask.

I thought that this question was really geared more towards sales because that’s where it was pounded into me. Twice. (That’s what she said) First time, I made up an answer because I had to have one. I might also have been on or near my period so any and everything that was said got taken to heart with some tears. I coulda won an Academy Award then. The second time, I just didn’t answer it. Why lie, right? I don’t have this deep down desire to fix or rule the world because I know I’ll do neither. There isn’t some grand achievement that I’m striving for. I’m just living. Minute by minute, hour by hour. Why? So I can eat and keep a roof over my head. So I can pick up a toy or two and not worry about being broke afterwards. So is my why comfort? Could be. Seems selfish, but so am I.

Looks like I’m headed into December ’21 and all of ’22 on my usual bullshit with some extra corn on the side lol. The usual bullshit = work, exercise, pole dance. Extra corn = more fans/fabpole/handstands/poi/leviwand plus aerial silks, tarot and crystals. Still running my own personal PT with all the tools (and I found a video to reset my SI joint on my own and it is LIFE CHANGING!, nothing personal Dr. Z, I’ll still see you) and pushing to see if I can find the physique I had 10 years ago. A whole entire cob = finding that new house. Fingers crossed, y’all! I gotta go get on my shit!

Ha! Hoo Ha!

Ah yes, the kung fu. This song was number one on the charts somehow when I turned 21. I am NOT that old.

So, hey, September already. Summer is pretty much gone and snowboarding is right around the corner. Someone wanna explain where all that time went? Please?!?!

With August came a new job. First month down and it’s been interesting to say the least. First time working in a true startup. I have so many ideas but I really have to try to dole them out a little at a time. I can be overwhelming. 😀

Now I’m mostly into the swing of things and I’m taking multi-tasking to a whole new level. It’s kinda crazy but fun. And keeping on that multi-tasking idea, I’ve gotten back on my yoga mat. I’ve been pretty disconnected but I’m working my way back. I’m spending this month focusing on the sacral chakra, where creativity and emotions lie. I’m hoping that opening that bad boy up will help with my writing processes along with some other issues that need to be addressed. I’m ready. After doing nothing all of August thanks to injury, it’s time. Cardio with Shaun T every day, yoga every day, handstands every day, or at least attempts at them. Hopefully I’ll come away with something that makes it all click a little better on Saturday’s handstand workshop.

While it’s only September, and the beginning of it at that, can I tell you that I’m getting excited for Christmas? I know, I know. It’s way too early to even be thinking about Christmas and usually, I wouldn’t be. However, since we moved, I now have an absolute shit-ton of space which means I can put up both the tree AND the village this year. Bradford Exchange is not helping my problems by showing me stuff like this:

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In case you didn’t know, I just love me some collectibles. And if your decision is to hate on the Steelers, that’s your business, please just move it along. I won’t be using this space to defend myself or whom I support. Anywho, it’s a big Christmas year this year! I still don’t want to deal with presents (and we mostly don’t), but I’mma decorate the shit outta this house.

Other notes of interest, to me at least, include that I should have some more fun photos at the beginning of next month. I swear that one day, I will get better at being in front of the camera. I need to learn to relax out there (I should probably just have a beer first) and try to enjoy myself…and stop looking at the photographer. Photogs around the world likely just can’t stand working with people like me, lol. Totally uncomfortable, face-making, no pose having, only look good when I’m guffawing with a totally open mouth people. That’s me.

You’d think that I’d have more to talk about, but no. So with that, I wish you a great day. It’s hump day after all, Mike Mike Mike Mike Mike. Peace!