Two nights ago, Amanda was in town for a gig. When we caught up after her set, she asked me, “Do you still blog anymore?”
And then I decided, maybe it was time to dust this thing off and give blogging a go again.
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2018 has been an unexpected rollercoaster. I’ve largely come out of ~the other side~ of most of the stuff unscathed, but for a while there I wasn’t sure what anything in my life would look like by the time the last quarter of the year rolled around. My boyfriend and I had split up, my job was going to be the death of me (wisely, I did not write about this), and I was finding escapism in knitting and working out. I was not fine, and then I was fine but not fine, and then… somewhere along the way, I was fine.
Time really is a magical thing.
(So is a strong support network.)
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I traveled a lot. I went to Hong Kong and China, to see my family. Canada twice, both for fun. Australia once, to see my family. Each time I came back to DC, I wondered if I’d be staying here.
I didn’t want to stay here, the first trip I came home from.
But by the last trip, I realized I did. For now.
And so, I stayed.
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I spent too much time at work. It was par for the course for my position and industry, and I had grown used to it, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t tired of it. Add in a particularly trying situation at work that just wasn’t getting resolved, I knew it was time for a change.
I applied to a lot of things.
Interviewed for a few things.
And accepted a new position.
I’ve just started the new gig, and while I’m still in that “everything is overwhelming because I am new and oh my God I have so much to learn as I get brought up to speed” stage, I have a really good feeling about the job switch.
It was time for something new. And I am up for the challenge.
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I still knit like a madwoman, and am pleased that the hobby I rediscovered as a way of destressing and escaping the trashfire that was, well, a lot of things has grown into something I truly love doing and enjoy.
I knit a lot of things for myself. But I also do a lot of gifts, and do custom orders.
Maybe one day, I’ll finally have time to open an Etsy like so many of my friends are telling me to do.
In the meantime, I’m slowly adding to my custom orders queue. (Get in touch, if you’re interested.)
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My gym has become my second home. I would have laughed, most likely hysterically, if a few years ago someone said this would be the case. But it’s true, and I wouldn’t change any of it for the world.
There is really something to be said about the magic of finding your own community. And with this gym, I’ve found it.
Plus, there’s something pretty badass about getting stronger. Which it doesn’t always feel like I am, but numbers don’t lie.
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Some things have stayed the same. I still read a lot (currently reading The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society). I still cook a lot (got Spanish chickpea and chorizo rice on deck for this afternoon). I still go to the theatre more than the average person and get excited over a brilliant red lipstick. My hair is still a mess that I don’t know how to style and my apartment is still just a tad too messy for my liking. I still have a penchant for boots and scarves and still love fresh flowers.
Not everything’s changed. There needs to be constants, after all.