Sometimes it feels like everything is always changing and at the same time some things never change. Having quickly reviewed my last post full of resolutions, most of them still stand. A small number have seen minor progress while many are unfulfilled. Maybe at some point in the future I will be the complete fully realized version of myself. But until that point, thank goodness for lists.
I'm coming up on my two year anniversary with my cuddle bug brillo pad, Mr Professor Sprouty McPants. Someone once touched his head and said "He's soft" and I thought, what dog are you talking about, he's as soft as a cleaning abrasive. He does have a very soft forehead but that's about it. Lots of stuff was happening two years ago. I joined the band with my mom. A thorn in my side removed themselves and drove off into the abyss. A benign muscly tumor was hiding out and preparing to prolapse.
I've been pushing myself to grow, while still fully embracing my lonesome state of comfort. Joining the executive board for the band. Making new friends. Organizing a summer band group, twice. I've worn dresses a few times. A few times a year I get together and play guitar with someone who's very talented, and very patient with me. But anticipating being embarrassed has encouraged me to put more effort into playing guitar regularly. We are currently on a hiatus while we both pick 5 songs that we will then focus on, creating a fully diverse 10 song repertoire. I'm slowly and continually improving my trumpet skills. I'm working on my first full sized sweater knit. It might actually be something I end up
wearing.
I'm currently a flailing fish at work, but I don't want to dwell too much on that. It's a busy time, and I think at some point soon it will slow down, and I'll be able to take a few breaths of air (or water) and sustain future flailing.
Sim sent me a photo today of a Christmas card I gave the family 8 years ago. It warms my heart that she tells me they have hung the card on their tree every year since. And even to know as they dressed the tree, Pippa exclaimed "Aunt Julie's card!" and then hung it prominently front and centre.
And with that, I retire back to my state of non-blogging. And maybe I'll be able to double-fake myself into keeping this up. A hearty thank you to Sim for the encouraging text.
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