Confession Tuesday (Wednesday): Whoa, slow down there, January edition
I confess that reading bostonerin's summation of her 2000-2010 decade got me thinking. Mostly it got me thinking that I didn't do a whole heck of a lot in the decade since I graduated college. Eek. How embarrassing.
I confess that, on second pass, I think I got a good start on growing into the person I'd really like to be during the last decade. Also, I wrote a couple of books. And did some other stuff.
I confess that I regularly microwave fish at work and EVERYBODY complains. I've such such an array of complaints over the past few years (tonight one of our tenants came down and said "do you smell a sewer smell?") . And who can blame them? And also, too bad, (sorry folks) fish is good.
I confess that, with my cousin Jaleesa headed to college in France in a few weeks, and my rc partner similarly off to Australia, and my friends Jess and Pedro in Hawaii, and my friend Sandra off to Tokyo and other places when I don't even know she's gone, my internal auto-friend-tracker has the potential to go haywire with not knowing where anybody is.
I confess that I'm on my way to completing my first quilt -however sloppily.
I confess that one of my favorite (if not THE favorite) thing about learning about/practicing co-counseling is that it gives me the excuse to spend time with people I really admire and like --without any pretense. It's an excuse that isn't an excuse. I don't have to have a meal or do an activity, I can simply sit with them and breathe in the beautiful life of them. And they, me.
I confess that I have 40 solid pages of revised WIP. More coming.
I confess that my bike chain popped off today after a run-in with some ice. And I put it right back on. Go me!
I confess that I'd like to go on a writing retreat.
I confess that it disturbs me that I feel tired already and it's only a few days into the month.
I confess that riding in winter is a lot more dangerous than I anticipated. Though the cold isn't as bad as one might suspect.
I confess that, on second pass, I think I got a good start on growing into the person I'd really like to be during the last decade. Also, I wrote a couple of books. And did some other stuff.
I confess that I regularly microwave fish at work and EVERYBODY complains. I've such such an array of complaints over the past few years (tonight one of our tenants came down and said "do you smell a sewer smell?") . And who can blame them? And also, too bad, (sorry folks) fish is good.
I confess that, with my cousin Jaleesa headed to college in France in a few weeks, and my rc partner similarly off to Australia, and my friends Jess and Pedro in Hawaii, and my friend Sandra off to Tokyo and other places when I don't even know she's gone, my internal auto-friend-tracker has the potential to go haywire with not knowing where anybody is.
I confess that I'm on my way to completing my first quilt -however sloppily.
I confess that one of my favorite (if not THE favorite) thing about learning about/practicing co-counseling is that it gives me the excuse to spend time with people I really admire and like --without any pretense. It's an excuse that isn't an excuse. I don't have to have a meal or do an activity, I can simply sit with them and breathe in the beautiful life of them. And they, me.
I confess that I have 40 solid pages of revised WIP. More coming.
I confess that my bike chain popped off today after a run-in with some ice. And I put it right back on. Go me!
I confess that I'd like to go on a writing retreat.
I confess that it disturbs me that I feel tired already and it's only a few days into the month.
I confess that riding in winter is a lot more dangerous than I anticipated. Though the cold isn't as bad as one might suspect.