The Start of Something Interesting?
~cheery wave~
Hello, and happy Monday! Or Tuesday, depending on where you are in the world. Just checking in.
The start of the semester has been as hectic as could be expected, with the usual share of eyeroll-inducing and unnecessarily convoluted complications, but the first week of classes was still very positive overall, and I'm tentatively excited for the shape things might take. :D
This, I pause to reflect, is probably the difference between a semester in which one has ample time to prep and one in which one is so eaten up with real life demands that one is essentially jumping into the deep end of the pool, holding her nose and having faith that it will all just work out somehow. (It did. But I'm not eager to do that again in the near future, you know?)
Otherwise, life has been very good. I have a pile of silly pic spam to eventually post about some of these things. There have been small bumps here and there, but nothing dire, and unexpected complications have been turned into grand adventures instead. (It's reassuring to realize that, over a year into this life makeover--or maybe life recovery is more accurate a term--I have the cushioning of happiness and self-assurance and positivity to deal with those bumps as they happen and not throw up my hands and bewail my fate. This is now, once again, second nature to me. I'm proud of that.)
Many good things are happening. The allergies that took a bite out of my weekend are now on the wane. Othello's stitches are out and his Cone of Shame is gone, and as if in gratitude for this, he has been the most huggly, snuggly, affectionate velcro cat there ever was. The weather is also perfect and golden and sunny and cheerful, an accurate reflection of my mood, and there's a delightful tinge of impending autumn in the air. My nails are laquered in about five different shades of glitter and they sparkle in the sunlight. Last Friday night brought a very fun night at the carnival, complete with cotton candy, a hot pink stuffed unicorn, and a fireworks display. A long holiday weekend awaits on the other side of this week, along with a promised opportunity to shop to my peacocky heart's content. A vicious and potentially delightful plot bunny attacked me last night out of the blue, and my other writing projects are going very well. (As in, I might have something to actually post soon, schedule permitting. *g*)
And overall, it just feels as though... this is really quite ridiculous, but last week in particular felt oddly as though the world was going out of its way to be nice to me. I charmed my way through every meeting and was showered with very unexpected compliments all week, including being told by an attractive man that I was "the perfect woman" (obviously not true, alas, but it was VERY kind of him to say so). I also got chatted up out of the blue several times, for some inexplicable reason, even at the pet supply store. ("Your hair is amazing," Indie Boy Cashier informed me, before launching into a slightly bizarre but sweet flirtation over hair care rituals, despite the line of customers behind me.)
It's quite strange. I'm not exactly sure what to make of it. Perhaps my planets have come into alignment or something. I'm sure such treatment won't continue indefinitely, but for the moment, I'm enjoying it, and it's given me great optimism for the semester ahead, so I'm not complaining. :D
Hugs and smooches to all, and the best of luck and good wishes to those you who are drying out and cleaning up the post-Irene mess. &hearts
Hello, and happy Monday! Or Tuesday, depending on where you are in the world. Just checking in.
The start of the semester has been as hectic as could be expected, with the usual share of eyeroll-inducing and unnecessarily convoluted complications, but the first week of classes was still very positive overall, and I'm tentatively excited for the shape things might take. :D
This, I pause to reflect, is probably the difference between a semester in which one has ample time to prep and one in which one is so eaten up with real life demands that one is essentially jumping into the deep end of the pool, holding her nose and having faith that it will all just work out somehow. (It did. But I'm not eager to do that again in the near future, you know?)
Otherwise, life has been very good. I have a pile of silly pic spam to eventually post about some of these things. There have been small bumps here and there, but nothing dire, and unexpected complications have been turned into grand adventures instead. (It's reassuring to realize that, over a year into this life makeover--or maybe life recovery is more accurate a term--I have the cushioning of happiness and self-assurance and positivity to deal with those bumps as they happen and not throw up my hands and bewail my fate. This is now, once again, second nature to me. I'm proud of that.)
Many good things are happening. The allergies that took a bite out of my weekend are now on the wane. Othello's stitches are out and his Cone of Shame is gone, and as if in gratitude for this, he has been the most huggly, snuggly, affectionate velcro cat there ever was. The weather is also perfect and golden and sunny and cheerful, an accurate reflection of my mood, and there's a delightful tinge of impending autumn in the air. My nails are laquered in about five different shades of glitter and they sparkle in the sunlight. Last Friday night brought a very fun night at the carnival, complete with cotton candy, a hot pink stuffed unicorn, and a fireworks display. A long holiday weekend awaits on the other side of this week, along with a promised opportunity to shop to my peacocky heart's content. A vicious and potentially delightful plot bunny attacked me last night out of the blue, and my other writing projects are going very well. (As in, I might have something to actually post soon, schedule permitting. *g*)
And overall, it just feels as though... this is really quite ridiculous, but last week in particular felt oddly as though the world was going out of its way to be nice to me. I charmed my way through every meeting and was showered with very unexpected compliments all week, including being told by an attractive man that I was "the perfect woman" (obviously not true, alas, but it was VERY kind of him to say so). I also got chatted up out of the blue several times, for some inexplicable reason, even at the pet supply store. ("Your hair is amazing," Indie Boy Cashier informed me, before launching into a slightly bizarre but sweet flirtation over hair care rituals, despite the line of customers behind me.)
It's quite strange. I'm not exactly sure what to make of it. Perhaps my planets have come into alignment or something. I'm sure such treatment won't continue indefinitely, but for the moment, I'm enjoying it, and it's given me great optimism for the semester ahead, so I'm not complaining. :D
Hugs and smooches to all, and the best of luck and good wishes to those you who are drying out and cleaning up the post-Irene mess. &hearts