Memeage: Year in Review
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saffronhareI saw this in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fionnabhar's journal and thought it might be an interesting exercise...though perhaps not for anyone but me. What was most odd was that I hardly remembered writing some of these. Useful to see what kind of patterns tend to repeat, so I can try to chart new territory instead of spinning my wheels. And stuff. .
January 4: To expect anything other than Good Things is, in my mind, too limiting to be tolerated. This is not to be confused with not knowing how to respond to Bad Things, or Other Things along the spectrum. I'm simply talking about setting up expectations.
February 8: I mostly couldn't sleep last night due to an extreme case of the fidgets. And when I did sleep, I dreamed that somebody unkind had hidden a spell in my bed, making it so my legs hurt and preventing me from finding a comfortable sleeping position. So convinced was I, that I woke up in the act of searching my bed for evidence of this spell. Eventually, my left brain roused enough to say, "Silly. You're just low on potassium. Go eat a banana." So I did, and lo...there was sleep. After 4:30 a.m., but still. It was Good Sleep.
March 1: Ash Wednesday. My radar seldom registers Fat Tuesday, but on Ash Wednesday I'm guaranteed to crave bacon...and throughout Lent, I'll manage to eat meat on Fridays even if I don't get any during the rest of the week. And I'm not going to remedy that (unintentional) little double entendre.
April 7: When Princesses Collide. I'm not certain exactly how it happened, but it sounded like a genuinely unfortunate and calamitous accident. They're both going through clumsy phases right now and I suppose it was inevitable. PB is crushed, and so is (very likely) PS's nose. That's right: the littlest is sporting a swollen and discolored nose, a couple of mild shiners, a fat lip, and a lovely bruise under her chin. I suspect she's got a teensy-weensy fracture in her teensy-weensy nose and there's not a damn thing to be done about it.
May 1: Friends to Breasts Everywhere! Many thanks to everyone who's been participating thus far. I'm so gonna look like a fierce pink NASCAR for this walk! It makes me giggle for more than 15 seconds, but I'm sticking with it. We're entering the final week for the sponsorship auction.
June 2: Use the network, Luke. I'm looking to get a couple of new piercings in my ears as part of some devotional work with Bast in the very near future, along withfeatherynscale. I've already got two standard holes in each ear, so this would be a bit higher up -- along the edge and in the cartilege. Yes, I understand from experience that there's a higher risk of infection, quite a bit of discomfort, and longer healing time associated with this sort of thing. While I bet we can go to the mall and get this done, we wondered if there was anybody a bit less...I don't know, Claire's, that does this?
July 2: Home again, home again. Back from a week of vacation with my family and the kids. When I turned on the radio for my quick trip to the grocery store about 90 minutes ago, the two songs I heard in succession were "Ride Like the Wind" and "I Ran." Yup, those two just about sum up how I feel to be home again. Grargh.
August 2: A thinky kind of day. Huh. Live and Let Die was playing on the radio this morning. It's a useful reminder that letting go of stress means really Letting Go of Stress. Lemme see if I can articulate this. If I'm going to decide not to stress over something, it means I have to stop watching what happens and be prepared for whatever-it-is to drop off the edge of the earth without my attention. This is not to say that I figure something will fail without my direction or involvement. No, that's not it at all. It's just that I can't claim to have let it go if I don't accept in advance any and all consequences that may come from my release of it -- wherever those consequences fall on the curve of blessings and curses. Changing my thought pattern in that direction makes it less about destroying the stress and more about accepting whatever may come, which seems a far healthier way to live. That's still sloppy wording, but it'll have to do for now.
September 2: The answer is: 14. Wanna take a guess at the question?
a. cans of Mountain Dew consumed in the last 72 hours
b. wardrobe changes by Princess Boredom and friends last night
c. puncture wounds across my chest from a displeased Tabitha-cat
d. inches of hair donated to Locks of Love today
October 2: Ah, faire. ETA: Whoops. Had my days mixed up. Saturday was when I got to deckniveus_tigris. Sunday was when we went to faire. Both events were tremendous fun. The fambly went out to Faire for much of SaturdaySunday, and it was wondrous fun. We'd meant to make it for opening gate; as it was, we were close enough to hear the cannon and see the puff of smoke. I went a bit "squee!" with excited anticipation, which had [Bad username or site: ”princessboredom” @ livejournal.com] marveling for most of the day. I did it a second time, but that's later in the story.
November 2: In which I give thanks for pharmaceuticals. I'm a person who generally tries not to throw antibiotics at everything, but wow. That Augmentin has really done the watusi all over Kira's pneumonia. She is feeling better enough now that I've had to bark at her to please stop bouncing on her bed and go to sleep. We've got a few days before she's really allowed out of her jammies (let alone out of the house), but the improvement is incredible. It's amazing how being able to breathe will really brighten a little person's demeanor, huh?
December 4: Gloom, Despair, and Agony. Just got off the phone with the pharmacy. Relpax, the magical migraine med, has been discontinued. I discovered this three hours after taking my very last Relpax in the world. Oh, dear. Left a message with the doctor to see what my options were. You know, other than banging my head against the wall because that hurts less.
ETA: Whoops. This was supposed to be a "first sentence" kind of thing. Sorry.
fionnabhar's journal and thought it might be an interesting exercise...though perhaps not for anyone but me. What was most odd was that I hardly remembered writing some of these. Useful to see what kind of patterns tend to repeat, so I can try to chart new territory instead of spinning my wheels. And stuff. . January 4: To expect anything other than Good Things is, in my mind, too limiting to be tolerated. This is not to be confused with not knowing how to respond to Bad Things, or Other Things along the spectrum. I'm simply talking about setting up expectations.
February 8: I mostly couldn't sleep last night due to an extreme case of the fidgets. And when I did sleep, I dreamed that somebody unkind had hidden a spell in my bed, making it so my legs hurt and preventing me from finding a comfortable sleeping position. So convinced was I, that I woke up in the act of searching my bed for evidence of this spell. Eventually, my left brain roused enough to say, "Silly. You're just low on potassium. Go eat a banana." So I did, and lo...there was sleep. After 4:30 a.m., but still. It was Good Sleep.
March 1: Ash Wednesday. My radar seldom registers Fat Tuesday, but on Ash Wednesday I'm guaranteed to crave bacon...and throughout Lent, I'll manage to eat meat on Fridays even if I don't get any during the rest of the week. And I'm not going to remedy that (unintentional) little double entendre.
April 7: When Princesses Collide. I'm not certain exactly how it happened, but it sounded like a genuinely unfortunate and calamitous accident. They're both going through clumsy phases right now and I suppose it was inevitable. PB is crushed, and so is (very likely) PS's nose. That's right: the littlest is sporting a swollen and discolored nose, a couple of mild shiners, a fat lip, and a lovely bruise under her chin. I suspect she's got a teensy-weensy fracture in her teensy-weensy nose and there's not a damn thing to be done about it.
May 1: Friends to Breasts Everywhere! Many thanks to everyone who's been participating thus far. I'm so gonna look like a fierce pink NASCAR for this walk! It makes me giggle for more than 15 seconds, but I'm sticking with it. We're entering the final week for the sponsorship auction.
June 2: Use the network, Luke. I'm looking to get a couple of new piercings in my ears as part of some devotional work with Bast in the very near future, along with
featherynscale. I've already got two standard holes in each ear, so this would be a bit higher up -- along the edge and in the cartilege. Yes, I understand from experience that there's a higher risk of infection, quite a bit of discomfort, and longer healing time associated with this sort of thing. While I bet we can go to the mall and get this done, we wondered if there was anybody a bit less...I don't know, Claire's, that does this?July 2: Home again, home again. Back from a week of vacation with my family and the kids. When I turned on the radio for my quick trip to the grocery store about 90 minutes ago, the two songs I heard in succession were "Ride Like the Wind" and "I Ran." Yup, those two just about sum up how I feel to be home again. Grargh.
August 2: A thinky kind of day. Huh. Live and Let Die was playing on the radio this morning. It's a useful reminder that letting go of stress means really Letting Go of Stress. Lemme see if I can articulate this. If I'm going to decide not to stress over something, it means I have to stop watching what happens and be prepared for whatever-it-is to drop off the edge of the earth without my attention. This is not to say that I figure something will fail without my direction or involvement. No, that's not it at all. It's just that I can't claim to have let it go if I don't accept in advance any and all consequences that may come from my release of it -- wherever those consequences fall on the curve of blessings and curses. Changing my thought pattern in that direction makes it less about destroying the stress and more about accepting whatever may come, which seems a far healthier way to live. That's still sloppy wording, but it'll have to do for now.
September 2: The answer is: 14. Wanna take a guess at the question?
a. cans of Mountain Dew consumed in the last 72 hours
b. wardrobe changes by Princess Boredom and friends last night
c. puncture wounds across my chest from a displeased Tabitha-cat
d. inches of hair donated to Locks of Love today
October 2: Ah, faire. ETA: Whoops. Had my days mixed up. Saturday was when I got to deck
niveus_tigris. Sunday was when we went to faire. Both events were tremendous fun. The fambly went out to Faire for much of November 2: In which I give thanks for pharmaceuticals. I'm a person who generally tries not to throw antibiotics at everything, but wow. That Augmentin has really done the watusi all over Kira's pneumonia. She is feeling better enough now that I've had to bark at her to please stop bouncing on her bed and go to sleep. We've got a few days before she's really allowed out of her jammies (let alone out of the house), but the improvement is incredible. It's amazing how being able to breathe will really brighten a little person's demeanor, huh?
December 4: Gloom, Despair, and Agony. Just got off the phone with the pharmacy. Relpax, the magical migraine med, has been discontinued. I discovered this three hours after taking my very last Relpax in the world. Oh, dear. Left a message with the doctor to see what my options were. You know, other than banging my head against the wall because that hurts less.
ETA: Whoops. This was supposed to be a "first sentence" kind of thing. Sorry.
