Day Twenty-Nine: A Day in the Life of Me

My schedule varies somewhat week to week, as I work both part time and full time. (Well, worked; after nearly a year and a half of two timing it, I finally cut my part time job loose.)

So, we’ll just be looking at today’s schedule.

  • First alarm goes off at 4:50am
  • Turn that mess off and go back to sleep
  • Second alarm goes off at 5am.
  • Actually wakes up and stumbled around getting ready
  • Insulin is administered no later than 5:15
  • Fifteen minute countdown begins
  • Prepares breakfast and the day’s lunch
  • Timer’s up, time to eat and watch whatever show I’m in the middle of
  • Leave for work at 6:01
  • Pull into parking lot at 6:15
  • Get into crew van to get to the clock at 6:30
  • 6:30-12 cleaning stuff
  • 12-12:30 lunch/reading a book
  • 12:30-3 cleaning more stuff
  • 3-4:30 errands and stuff
  • 4:30-5:30 coffee with a dear friend
  • 6:30 head to community group
  • 6:30-10:30 (usually) eating dinner with fantastic people, talking about Jesus and life, and drinking reeeeaalllyy good coffee. Easily the highlight of my week.
  • 11 comatose until the first alarm goes off.

Days Twenty-Seven & Twenty-Eight: Short Talks on Long Topics

So, Easter was yesterday, and not only did I have to work a shift of my part time job (the last one ever, happily) but I also got to spend the rest of the day with family, including/especially my father, who was in town for the weekend. (Since he kinda lives thousands of miles away, I wanted to spend as much if the day around him as possible.) Hence, no post yesterday.

So, today I must cover two topics: a challenge I’ve overcome, and my views on religion. Neither are topics easily condensed to manageable, bite-sized blog posts, particularly not when I have the tendency to wax (overly) wordy on topics I have strong feelings about. So until I have a specific subtopic to discuss, I hope you’ll forgive me for being generally light-hearted/brief today. (My thumbs can only handle so much typing, and my computer is in the next room.)

A Challenge I Overcame
There are numerous challenges I’ve met throughout my life, some only worthy of only a sentence, some one whole book couldn’t cover. Perhaps the challenge that surprised me the most, first by existing and then by my overcoming it, was the idea of going to the movies alone.

Growing up, movies were a thing the family did; either as a group, or a smaller combination thereof. When I got older, friends were added into the mix, so it has always, always been a social thing for me. I struggle a lot with feeling lonely and lost in a crowd, so the idea of going to a movie by myself sounded absolutely sad and pathetic. So, when I got to college, and found that my schedule and taste in movies often meant there was no one to watch with; either I could swallow my pride and fear and go alone, or just never see the movie.

Eventually, I was suckered in to going alone by my love of new stories, and I found it was nowhere near as lonely or sad as I thought it’d be; it was even (gasp) kinda nice. I’d still rather go with people, but I’m no longer bound by that.

My Thoughts on Religion
First things first, I am a Christian, in that I have willingly devoted my life to following the God of the Bible, and that I believe He takes an active role in our lives.
Having said that, I have mixed views on religion. There are a couple of different definitions of religion. The one I think most people think of, though, and the one that can be problematic, is the definition of ‘a particular system of faith and worship.’ Or rather, the pomp and circumstance, the rituals and traditions of faith and worship.

These, when it’s a response to, a symptom of, one’s belief, can be a beautiful, wonderful thing. But when the ritual becomes more important than the faith, when tradition takes precedence to foundational tenets of the belief, it can lead to the hypocrisy and stagnation of the people involved.

Mind you, I am still very young, and have a lot more of the world to see and learn about, but from what I have seen, and what I do know, the bells and whistles might be pretty, but if they aren’t founded on a strong understanding of why they exist in the first place, they become less than meaningless.

Day Twenty-Six: Things I Want to Learn

I love learning things, I really do. Thusly, my list of things to learn is long, varied, and amorphous. This list, then, is what I currently want to learn/master in the course of my life.

– Japanese
– Korean
– Asian history and folk tales (not just from the aforementioned counties, either)
– Celtic (language and folk tales)
– Sculpting (paper, clay, and marble)
– Whittling/woodcarving (despite injuries in my youth, this dream continues)
– 3D modeling (I have a basic understanding, but nowhere near the level I want it to be
– Digitally painted landscapes (trees are evil. Evil.)
– Cake decor
– Realistic paper flowers (how to make)
– How to sew clothing/stuffed animals
– Ballroom dancing
– Kickboxing
– Bookbinding
– Taxes, and how to do them
– How to run an etsy store
– How to make macarons
– Maybe French?
– Maybe Chinese?
– How to braid hair
– Do the make up
– Costume design
– How to animate
– Sequential drawings
– Coding, or at least enough of a grasp to do web design
– Photo manipulation

Aaand… I think that’s it for now. I’m in progress for some things, the rest are just waiting for the necessary time/materials/funds.

Day Twenty-Five: Handy Things I Have Learned

A.K.A., how to feel like you can adult.

At the ripe old age of 24-almost-25, I am finally, solidly, old enough to be considered an adult. A fledgling adult, but an adult all the same. However, most days I’ve (and many others, apparently) found that instead of feeling like the grownup I am, I feel more like a ten year old who has somehow convinced the world she is grown up.

The good news is, I have stumbled across some things that one can do that not only makes you feel more like a grownup, but makes life a little easier, too. The bad news is that it’s all stuff my parents have been trying to teach me my whole life, so I’ll be getting a very snarky Facebook message later today.

There are a lot if little things I’ve learned, but these are the top six things.

Make Your Bed Every Morning
I know. I know it sounds ridiculous, but honestly, whenever I take that minute or two in the morning to straighten up my sheets and stuff, I feel like I am more equipped to take on the day. There is also something really nice about going to bed that night, when it’s made.

Put Away Your Clean Laundry, Right Away
(Preferably by folding/hanging it up)
It’s probably the most annoying task on the face of the planet, but here are some benefits:
1. You feel more grow up
2. Keeps your clothing organized and wrinkle free (mostly)
3. It’s an excellent time to watch something, or listening to a podcast, or whatever the cool kids are doing these days
4. Keeps your laundry basket/bag/hamper/pocket other-dimensional storage unit clear for dirty clothing, so they in turn do not become your new carpet. (If you don’t hand a designated laundry thing, I suggest getting one. It keeps chairs and corners clear for other stuff you might throw there.)

Know How to Cook
It doesn’t have to be fancy, but knowing how to cook simple, versatile meals has kept my food budget down, and helps me eat healthier. One of the first things I learned to make was just pasta+whatever meat and veggies and sauce I might find in the fridge. I’ve found, too, that as I got comfortable cooking simple meals, the easier it was to move into ‘fancier’ options.

Make a Budget, and Stick to It
This one is not fun, and more me was more of a necessity than a choice. I have a rather limited paycheck, and quite a few fixed monthly bills, so if I don’t regulate my funds carefully, something won’t get paid on time. It means I don’t get to eat out much, or get coffee everyday, or go to the movies as often as I like, but there is a comfort in knowing that I won’t have to worry about where the money for my rent, or utilities, or student loans will come from, when they are due. (I also make sure to allow for ‘free money’ in my budget, so I can get coffee, or go to the movies with friends, or to buy that new book that came out. Just, maybe not all in the same week.)

Do The Dishes
Preferably, hand wash or put in the dishwasher as soon as you are done using them, and empty said dishwasher as soon after its done as possible. I personally struggle with this one the most, BUT it really is a good life practice; keeps things clean and sanitary, and also helps keep your kitchen looking neat. Also, actually having clean utensils and dishes when you want them is nifty.

Do Something You Love, Everyday
Be it reading, or crafting, or watching a show, or exercising, or learning something new; pick a hobby or a passion or an interest, and make time each day (or is time is really at a premium, once or twice a week) to spend time doing it. This is especially key if you find yourself in a job where you feel unfulfilled or unhappy or stuck. It’s not always easy to find that time, but it really does help.

DISCLAIMER: Just ’cause I’ve learned these tips and tricks does not mean I do them on a daily basis (except for budgeting or cooking. I kinda have to those things, no matter what.) I am, generally speaking, an easily distracted person. I also have two modes of stress that can affect my day. There’s the ‘I can’t even think about doing the dishes in the sink without crying, I’ve got that much to do’ and the flip side is ‘I can’t focus on anything until the kitchen is spotless.’

Day Twenty-Four: Places I’ve Been

Being a military brat and the daughter of a life-long road tripper (hi mom), I was blessed enough to have traveled a fair amount in my youth, and these are the places I either traveled to (as in, stayed at least one night) or lived so far.

Washington State
Washington DC
New York City, New York
Providence, Rhode Island
Atlanta, Georgia
Phoenix, Arizona
London, England
Manchester, England
Conwy, Wales (okay, technically it was a day trip BUT I’M COUNTING IT.)

And that’s it, so far. We’ve driven through nearly every state on our trips, but since all I saw was grass and cows and asphalt, I don’t count them. Hopefully in the coming years, I’ll be able to add a lot more countries to that list.

Day Twenty-Three: My Biggest Pet Peeve

In the last few years, I have been relatively calm of spirit; sure, minor irritations abound, but it takes a lot to spark anything more than mild irritation.

Except for being stuck behind slow walkers.

That mess will get under my skin faster than you can say ‘excuse me.’

I’ve never experienced road rage when driving, but if it’s anything like the frustrated fury that fills my soul when I get stuck in a narrow hallway behind two ambling people taking their sweet time, I can understand the problem it can be.

It doesn’t help that by nature, I tend to walk quickly, and I’m used to having to weave my way around those walking in my vicinity, so I am (in my humble opinion) justifiably upset when my forward movement is substantially slowed.

Ugh. I’m getting antsy just thinking about it.

Day Twenty-Two: About My Family

Guys, my family is awesome. Seriously, they are.

I didn’t always think this way, of course; I dove right in to the ‘I hate everyone’ phase head first, and my family (being the closest people to me at the time) bore the brunt of that.

However, now having grown up and seen what an actual ‘bad family’ looks like, and the affect they have had on each other, I can definitively state that I have been blessed to have the parents and siblings that I do.

My parents in particular were the predominate influencers in shaping who I am today; they taught me to love reading and story, to laugh, to think for myself, were the first ones to introduce me to my faith, and the ones who made sure that I had the mental tools needed to actually understand what it is I believe in. My mother introduced me to Harry Potter, my father to Lord of the Rings (there were, of course, crossovers, as both had a hand in reading to us as we were growing up, but those books were predominantly relegated to one or the other.) They encouraged me to pursue my interests for as long as it was safe for me to do so (I was firmly told that, after accidently cutting myself twice in as many weeks, I was no longer allowed to pursue whittling as a pastime while under their roof. I probably still have all of my fingers now, because of that.)

My sibs were excellent, being my first friends, first classmates, first rivals, ex cetera. Each one (two sisters, one brother, all younger) is uniquely fantastic, and I’ve been privileged to watch them grow up. One sister is incredibly driven in all that she does, and is destined to do (and has done) some really amazing things. The other is able to retain vast stores of knowledge on topics she finds interesting, and possesses a passion for those interests that is almost palpable. My brother is, on top of being a walking miracle, is just a fascinating individual. (When he was young, he told us he was going to be a rockstar, and a pastor, and Chuck E. Cheese, all at the same time. Now he’s leaning towards [last I heard] music or international politics.)

And I, to balance things out, I like drawing pictures and doodling stories. >v<