pumpkin

Back to my professional life for a little nod. So I have come to a conclusion that isn't a surprising one, unless you are me. If improvising an entire life is your style, you will probably understand this post well.

I think if I want to get the things I want in my life, I am going to have to be intentional. I don't think a good living situation will ever fall into my lap. Likewise with a good job.

It is hard, this life, because now that I shout down the people who say This is what a successful life looks like, I'm at a loss. Because now I have to design the whole fucking bloody thing myself.

There's a lot of bitching in this blog. It's because I have a lot of bitching in me. Was it a mistake to go north? Doesn't really matter, since it's done. Was I running away from something? Probably. They say everyone who goes north is running from something. It was certainly true the first time I went north, and that time it was a good choice.

The point of this evening's ramble is that this year I am going to make some New Year's Resolutions. Corny, arbitrary, and (I hope) useful this time.

I found a dead mouse under my bed.