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Excited about going to a knitting class on Sunday to learn how to knit the famous pussy hats. WoooHOOO! Also have to switch my drugs for depression as the newly emboldened insurance company has rejected my specific drug for no reason. Asshats. See what I did there.

I have felt blank lately – a little of anxiety but a lot of blank. What’s up with you is my least favorite question. Because it’s all there but in my head. I’m angry about Trump and what he is doing to the country, I am anxious as hell about that but it’s not everyone’s answer. Mainly cause I don’t want to argue with my conservative family and friends. I love them. I respect them. I just don’t agree AT ALL with how they view things. I am coming to terms with that. I used to throw it in their face and now, I’m just a little like they believe what they want and as long as I get no shit about what I believe then we are at a detente.

Besides that, I go to work. I work out now and again. I’m not dating anyone nor do I want to and I am repeating the first two over and over again. There is little variation in that. Perhaps that’s the answer. Go do ceramics, go to a poetry reading, knit pussy hats, write that novel you always think about. Just do something really. Do it.

Donating My Time

I have had several conversations with myself (notice a theme) about the need to step out of myself and donate some time and effort to some kind of organization that does good in the community. I have debated about a few orgs such as Big Brother, Big Sisters, SPCA, or something like that. Time constraints and general laziness have led me to making no movement but today Brooke got Ru and I to go with them on behalf of the ARC to the North Texas Food Bank Comunity Pantry. It was a great and tiring experience. I may have to give more time there, it definitely allowed me to give back, be involved and meet the standards of not being in my own world.

Not Much to Say but Everything

Lately I have this debate in my head. I want to rail against the unfairness and ineptitude of our incoming El Cheeto and his policies. I want to scream at the helplessness I feel. But I have nowhere really to do this. My FB wall is covered and I mean covered in people doing the ranting and on both sides. I have a group of friends (less so now) from High School who are predominantly conservative. I have a group of friends from College and on who think very much like me. This has led to me reading things and getting so mad that I have to leave the site. And there are things to be done – calling representatives and walks and protests. Lots of activity but I feel just like right now no one is listening. The incoming El Cheeto isn’t going to see these things as a constituency unhappy with his choices but will see it as a few dissenters barking in the corner. So the debate is not whether to speak up or not, it’s more about what to do that will help me feel like a real impact is being made. I sigh more listening to the news than I ever did with Shrub was president and El CHeeto isn’t even in the fucking office yet. Le Sigh.

Started the Workout

In the most cliched possible way, I started my workout routine at the first of the year. I know, I know. But I have been wanting to start to move again and it was just so crazy at the end of the year. Sooooo. We set up a very doable, three days a week workout routine. The first day I worked out, it was agony and I only went a mile. I was puffy and red. Second time we went thirty minutes and was much better. Third time is today.

It occurred to me that I don’t like working out because I’m in my body fully. I feel all the things I normally just brush off. Sort of like when you meditate you want to be in your body, something about working out make me drop straight into feeling all the things. And when you workout you are uncomfortable and your body is screaming at you, but that is what I’m feeling. It’s an interesting observation, and one I need to chew on. I’m so good at divorcing myself from feeling things that being dropped straight into that feeling is jarring and probably why I don’t usually enjoy the experience. However, knowing that is what’s going on is crucial to help shaping the experience and then I can change perceptions. Hopefully.

Keep it Up

I think I will continue writing here. I like the time it takes for me to come over and say something, even if it’s rarely pithy and funny. I just like the outlet and forget how much my life sometimes can be in my brain versus out and among the living.

NYE was mellow. We had about 11 people over, way too much food and booze for everyone but it seemed like everyone had a good time. There was no PARTY like years of past but for where we are it seemed just about perfect. Wish some of our far-flung Tribers would be there but life does not always accommodate my whininess. Hahahaha.

M and W have moved back to Texas and I love love love that they are now only three hours away in Smithville. I can jaunt down when I feel like it and they can come up when they feel like it. It is no longer a “TRIP” it’s just a little drive.

NYE and resolutions. I resolved to make less resolutions and more goals. And I’m starting lightly cause I don’t want to overwhelm myself. I suspect that I will be giving up bread again this year but didn’t want to make it all austerity and no fun right off the bat. So I started with working out three times a week at least 30 minutes. We did Monday and then will have Wednesday/Thursday as well. I suspect that as I get going the food will fall in line. I also want to ween off all the soda (Diet Drinks) and move to bubble water. This will require me stocking the work fridge with bubble water but I think I can do it. See that doesn’t sound too bad does it?

Week In Between

Not even sure that is a phrase. We are in the week in between. Sounds foreign to my ears. But that’s where we are. That week when people are still taking off for the holiday and some people are in and working from home (me) but some are just out. It’s very relaxing for me as I get to just play it by ear. Get things done from home but also work so clients are happy. Wheeeeee.

R. and B. got home from New Orleans last night and they are beat. Both just want to sleep and I was super proud to show them the house I had worked on all day yesterday. I am pretty sure my changes were so deep that they didn’t notice them. I have decluttered a bit, added a few pictures, deep cleaned the kitchen and the breakfast nook and washed dog bedding. I still have to go get some light bulbs and have the refrigerator, my room and the bathroom to deep clean. I also want to go get a new fire pit so on NYE we can have somewhere to burn our wishes. Lots to do in the land of the adult.

Ethiopian Food

My friend James and I went to eat Ethiopian food last night. Previously I had only been to Queen of Sheba but we went to Lalibela last night. While a little more earthy still very good. As we left we counted and found no less than four Ethiopian restaurants in the vicinity. Which now we will have to try. Along with the Flaming Cheese Greek restaurant which was in the mix. We commented we must be in Little Ethiopia in Dallas. Yay. I love having ethnic food enclaves in my city.

I love love love ethnic food restaurants and probably why James and I have been friends for so long, he does too. We are always the one couple that doesn’t fit in more places like that and it suits us fine.

Oh an article on it.