Yes, I haven’t forgotten about you, dearest blog but I’ve been busy and happy lately so there wasn’t much of a reason for me to need you. Because, let’s be honest, I usually turn to you when I’m in trouble. So, here is me rambling on a bit to catch you up on what’s been going on.
I’be become #Hamiltrash which I partially blame for my upbeat mood these days because I’ve been singing a lot for weeks on end and singing is like therapy to me. As is running which I’ve been doing a bit more of again as well now that winter is over and the days are longer again. I am, after all, training for a half marathon in September at Disneyland Paris. I kid you not.
On top of it all, I sometimes actually listen to my own advice, or take it to heart. Last year, I had to learn a dance routine for theatre and I was throwing a hissy fit (maybe that’s the wrong choice of words) over it because it takes me longer than other people to learn dances. But I did in the end because I didn’t give up on myself. Huzzah!
So guess what, I haven’t given up on my 2013 NaNoWriMo novel yet. It’s been 2.5 years since its conception and I’m finally giving it an edit. At this point, I’m pretty sure the story will never see the light of day because it’s more tell than show and I haven’t figured out a way to turn it around but April is the month of Camp NaNoWriMo and I’m using it for editing and maybe at the end of it, I will finally be finished with the story. Not literally but in my head because I know it’s as far as I can take that draft. I plan to put this one away as an exercise. Maybe I’ll never be the published writer Mini!Me thought of becoming but at least I will have tried. And one doesn’t get better unless one tries.
Which is taking me to the next thing I’m excited about. Later this year I’ll finally start taking guitar lessons. I’ve owned my guitar for 13 years now and managed to learn about 3 chords because I’m not the best at teaching myself. When I was younger I didn’t want my Mom to pay for lessons and I thought I had to do it all on my own. 28-year-old-Me knows better though. It’s okay to ask for help. It’s okay to take lessons because I still want to learn to play the damn thing but I also don’t get anywhere on my own. So Bestfriendboy, who is also a teacher at the local music school, will take me to their open house later this month and introduce me to the guitar teachers and then I’ll finally put some effort into this. I can do this.
Grandma is still on the fritz and probably will be for way longer but right now, I’m a happy camper. I’m good. I thought I had prettier words or epiphanies to offer but alas, at least it’s a blog post. So long.