Well, my return to blogging is very rusty. I might need oil in the writing gears.
Rather than trying new things, I've been more like, saying yes to more things. AND to doing more things. I started planning events for Handsome and I to go to. That worked out great! We both really enjoyed getting out more, trying different stuff, and being together. Unfortunately, his work is under strain and he's had to put in lots of extra hours, so it's harder to plan fun stuff. I'll keep trying though.
I started a regular yoga class and, despite my shoulder, wrist, knee and hip, I keep going. I'm enjoying it. I did a 5k, ostensibly with a friend, though she and her kids ran it, and I walked. I won't do another unless I have someone to walk with; I got very lonely and that's a feeling I'm trying to get away from.
Handsome and I went to a nature center for a midnight owl sighting - that was AWESOME. I've gone ice skating a couple times with a friend - loved it! Handsome and I took my bestie out for lunch with her family, in her city (an hour away) and turned it into a little adventure. Fun!
Recently, I went to a concert with a friend. It was ok; not a group I'm a big fan of, but it was something totally out of my comfort zone and I do LIKE the group, so I went. It was alright. But, after, that was not. I suggested we go out for a drink, and wish I'd stuck to my guns. I wanted a quiet place for a drink and some chat, a wind-down. My friend wanted to PAR-TAY. When I'm uncomfortable at a bar or club, I drink too much, get too chatty, and sometimes get into awkward situations. All of that happened. Rotten hangover the next day. I'm not interested in loud, crowded bars where I'm surrounded by people who could be my spawn. No.
More recently, Handsome and I had friends over for dinner. I thought we'd have a quiet evening of dinner and chat and maybe a card game. It was a pretty quiet evening, but went until 2:30am! Very late for us! And an excellent time! I don't want to stay up that late, or drink that much, anytime soon, but it was a really good time!
I've got a big, arena concert coming up this summer and I'm super nervous about it. Crowds. Loudness. CROWDS. And Handsome and I are going to visit Cali Girl soon. I'm a little nervous about that, too. I hope it'll be a good time for all.
I look at people who are always doing interesting, exciting things and feel so ... stuck. I want that to change.
... there's no place I'd rather be.
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Why not?
I was going to delete this blog. I had nothing to talk about but despair and depression. Then, an offhand comment from a friend (Hi DeadGirl!) made me decide to start the machinery going again. Even if it's rusty and squealing with outrage at the grinding of the unlubricated gears in my mind, I'll update at least once a week. I still need focus on this thing, so will try by recording my newest ambition: Responding to Trying New Things.
Handsome and I reaaaaalllllly enjoy staying at home, marinating in our own juices. Separately, we both regretted this, and wanted to be more active, more out in the World. I've started scheduling (scheduling!) stuff for us to do on the weekends, instead of our usual lolling about, doing nothing. And, I'm independently trying to join more things, say yes to invitations more, and extend invitations more. Honestly, it's quite challenging.
Most recently, we went to an exhibit at our local modern art museum. It was the last day of the exhibit, many installations were already gone, but we enjoyed our outing, tempered with the generous application of beer and food beforehand. No fear, everything was within walking distance.
Alone, I joined a crochet class. So many people have tried to teach me to crochet and I just never got it; I knew I was doing it wrong. I joined a class at my local yarn store. Though I felt truly nauseated with anxiety before leaving home, I went anyway. I learned what I'd been doing wrong! And, though my washcloth looks more like a tiara (thank you, Unintended Added Stitch), I'm so very glad I girded my loins and struck forth into the night, alone and cold, to join the class. We'll see how next weekend goes!
Handsome and I reaaaaalllllly enjoy staying at home, marinating in our own juices. Separately, we both regretted this, and wanted to be more active, more out in the World. I've started scheduling (scheduling!) stuff for us to do on the weekends, instead of our usual lolling about, doing nothing. And, I'm independently trying to join more things, say yes to invitations more, and extend invitations more. Honestly, it's quite challenging.
Most recently, we went to an exhibit at our local modern art museum. It was the last day of the exhibit, many installations were already gone, but we enjoyed our outing, tempered with the generous application of beer and food beforehand. No fear, everything was within walking distance.Alone, I joined a crochet class. So many people have tried to teach me to crochet and I just never got it; I knew I was doing it wrong. I joined a class at my local yarn store. Though I felt truly nauseated with anxiety before leaving home, I went anyway. I learned what I'd been doing wrong! And, though my washcloth looks more like a tiara (thank you, Unintended Added Stitch), I'm so very glad I girded my loins and struck forth into the night, alone and cold, to join the class. We'll see how next weekend goes!
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