In which I compare myself to a bear, a bunny, and a slug
I have been a horrible blogger, emailer, Facebooker, Instagrammer, and all around virtual presence lately. It seems as though my Internet Self has opted for hibernation (the best part was the eating and eating and eating beforehand).
But it’s not as though my Internet Self is the Real Me, and the Real Me has been busy doing all sorts of things that are real – real like the Velveteen Rabbit.
For starters, I am working my fluffy cottontail off at my job. Every day is a to-do list a mile long, and if you know me, you know that there is nothing I love more than taking a fat Sharpie and crossing off tasks. I’m doing all sorts of things that I don’t know how to do, which forces me to just figure it out. It’s challenging but fun, and I learn more every single day.
But remember when I was so excited to be wearing “actual outfits” to my new job? The novelty has kind of worn off. After about a month, I decided that none of my clothes were worth wearing, and the “actual outfits” started being the same 5 pieces in rotation. I have so many clothes that I don’t wear (or that just shouldn’t be worn), and I’m feeling the need for a wardrobe overhaul. I wish I had Kendi Everyday to help me.
Really. Why can I not put together effortless outfits like her? I do not have the spiritual gift of fashion. I need serious help and skinnier thighs.
In other news, I mailed off my taxes, glory and amen. Yes, I owed money. But given that this was my most complicated financial year to date, the very fact that they’re finished is a victory. (Of course, it should be mentioned that *I* did not do my taxes – my dad did them for me, and then sent them to me to sign. I also wrote in my phone number, because I am the champion of doing my taxes.)
Speaking of money, remember how last month I paid off and destroyed my credit card? Full steam ahead: I JUST PAID OFF MY CAR. I wrote the final check this morning. The deed is done. I have ONE debt left – my student loans – and I’m all over it like a slug on wet pavement.
If I could wrap everyone up in a gigantic bear hug (after all, I HAVE been a hibernator)… I would. This blog serves as a way to connect with some of my favorite people, and I miss you when I’m gone. It just doesn’t feel right, you know? Don’t forget about me, and I promise to not forget about you.