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Finally, Some Wedding Relaxation
Within the last week, a few incredible things happened with regards to the wedding: My stress level dropped by about 50%. I got my wedding dress. RSVPs are coming in. We have a marriage license! Wedding planning is fun again! Actually, RSVPs starting coming in last week and are trickling off this week, but we now have People Attending Our Wedding. Which makes this stuff, like, official. So does the marriage license, which was pleasantly easy to get. Greg and I took a couple of hours and worked straight through our Checklist o’ Doom (thank you, Knot), making sure we knew where we stood on everything, clearing out irrelevant tasks,…
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Meditation: Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes
Two lessons learned yesterday: It’s hard to express super-crunkedness about meditation, and it’s hard to meditate for an hour. I went to this group meditation thing last night, and holy crap. I’m a novice (again) at meditation, so I’m normally working in, like, 10 minute stints. How about 25 minutes sitting, 10 minutes walking, then 25 more minutes sitting? Three years ago, I could almost do that. I knew enough this time to get a chair. I have subpar leg circulation, so sitting cross-legged–even on a cushion with butt elevation–would end in tears and a desire for leg amputation. I’d like to want to keep my legs, thanks. So, sitting…
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A Letter to 2011
Hello, 2011, I’ve taken to writing to you in my personal journal, and in three days it’s already stopped being cutesy and creepy and started being fer skerious. We have words to exchange, 2011. More than words. 2010–bless her heart–was a year of fractured interests: I set a date for my wedding. I changed jobs. I branched out in role-playing. I attacked the hell out of my debt. I wrote in public. 2011, you’re the year of finishing: I’m going to finish my last sliver of debt. I’m going to finish not having a long-term financial plan. I’m going to get married. I’m going to finish my novel. I’m going…
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Happy Bir’day to Me!
Saturday was my bir’day! I’m a ripe young mumble-something years old, and I don’t feel like I’m getting old–I feel like I’m running out of time. Advertising that I didn’t want gifts (hello, getting rid of stuff) meant that the gifts I did get were thoughtful and amazing. A set of writing books covering memoirs, grants, motivation, and fiction–writing techniques. A shorthand manual. Weber and Neal Stephenson books. Amazing and creative fancy-pants yarn (color 12). I picked up yarn for a new project myself on Saturday–an afghan to be finished by Feb 13 and begun after I finish my current afghan. Greg, being Greg, picked a pretty, soft eggplant-colored yarn…
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C is for “clutter”
This week’s lesson in life is to always, always, always read the fine print of your lease, even when renewing. Straight up rookie move on my part, assuming the renewal terms would be the same as the original lease and not familiarizing myself with North Carolina laws on renter/landlord laws (especially graceful early lease termination). So we won’t be moving until the house is sold, and I had to argue for an amendment that would let us terminate the lease gracefully when the house is sold, regardless of whether the new owners want us to move out. I’m kicking myself in the teeth today. I feel like a damn idiot.…