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Another Year Already?!

Okay, not “already”. 2011 was long as hell and busy.

I resumed going to church fairly regularly. Had my perspective on interpersonal communications majorly shifted. Got married to a great fellow. Got a running partner. Made good progress on my novel. Learned how to incorporate a business. Paid off my student loans (!!!). Lost some weight. Got stronger, more fit, and resumed dancing. Made and held to some good financial plans. Blogged pretty regularly.

Still feel like I only did about half of what I “should have”, of course, but I’m happy with the year, overall. I succeeded at most of what I wanted,

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 to finish not being happy enough,

and made good headway on what I didn’t finish.

Regardless, 2012 shall be a more adventurous year, featuring new employment, two trips/vacations, and a plethora of writing, coding, financial management, and gettin’ fizzit.

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The Pressure of Existence

In lieu of having gotten enough sleep to say anything interesting today, even after two cups of coffee, I’m just going to post a little exchange between two characters in my primary novel-in-progress. I’m not sure if this is a good idea at all, but I thought about it as Greg was criticizing my Uno game for being very unstrategic. Blackman is a human lady visiting and studying U’look, an alien with a rather different way of perceiving time.

Blackman: We haven’t seen your people play strategy games, U’look. Do you have strategy games?

U’look: Of course, we had and have concepts of strategy.

Blackman: But do you have games? Ways to test strategy with no long-lasting effects?

U’look: All things have and had and will have long-lasting effects. We have always been and are strategic, but it is never a game.

Blackman: So you never play in a lighthearted way?

U’look: Such a thing would be sick, Nilara. One cannot play lightly with existence.

I’m over capacity in terms of personal workload and actually feeling a bit stressed. Since leaving teaching, I’ve always found it silly to be stressed about work (although I do it anyway). Healthy stress that keeps me moving, yes, but I’ve never done anything–college included–as heartrendingly stressful as teaching. To find my heart rate up and my sleep restless about finishing a recreational project is startling. Can’t say I’m a fan.

I want there to either be more hours in the day or for me to need less of them for sleep. A common desire, I’m sure.