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Life Updates

Wednesday, April 20th, 2011

I joined a writer’s group in the hopes of growing and making new friends, and that seems to be working out. It is amazing how being around other people that do what you do (or want to do) can light the fire of inspiration. The last and, admittedly, only other attempt I made in participating in a writer’s community was years ago, and its attendees were an exercise in self-absorption. In contrast, everyone in gl(ow) seems eager to grow and experiment with their writing, and thus far critiques have been helpful and not the least bit vicious. I am optimistic.

So what if we all skipped this week’s assignment and ate hot dogs instead? That’s art, maaaaaan.

My goal to finish my last batch of books by the time I’m 30 is… crazy, but I’m trying to do it anyway. I am 33% done with novel #3, and I’ve got 24 days to churn out 120 more pages. Don’t do the math, it’s too painful. Before Daylight Savings Time, I was getting up at 6am every weekday to write before work. That has fallen to the wayside and, coupled with an ambitious-for-us home renovation project, writing has hit a lull. Strangely, this is okay. I am more concerned with finishing this series in a satisfactory way than the timing of crossing that finish line.

And hey! Speaking of impending failure:

I’m participating in this year’s Pittsburgh Marathon. This is hilarious because, wow, do I hate running. If I’m not being chased by a bear, I just don’t see the point. However, Josh wanted to set up a relay team, and I like him more than I hate running, so I volunteered to be a part of it. So I’m trying to… train? It is pretty darn horrible. But doing stuff you hate builds character, right? If my knees continue to hold out, I think my determination will too.

Also, I really want to dye part of my hair pink. I can’t figure out if this is some kind of surprise “omg-thirtieth-birthday” panic bubbling to the surface, or if the anxieties I’ve been recently working on peeling back are leaving me unafraid to do something I’ve wanted to do since I was sixteen.

Life Lessons - Help!

Saturday, June 13th, 2009


Yeah? Then help me out.

The Brother graduates from high school next spring, and I’d like to impart some knowledge on the youngest babe of the Arnold clan. Also, I’m itching to do another typography project.

My hope is to create a poster full of life lessons that I’ve learned since high school. A rough list follows:

  • Be thankful every day.
  • Credit card companies are evil.
  • If you have a question, always ask.
  • A bad situation will probably be really funny tomorrow. Sometimes it might take a week.
  • The ingredients for any healthy relationship are trust, communication and respect.
  • The Steelers are the best football team. EVER.
  • Mistakes are important and okay. Learn from them.
  • First impressions are important, but rarely accurate. Give it another round.
  • Bad things do happen to good people.
  • You are who you surround yourself with.
  • Things could almost always be worse.
  • Attitude is everything.
  • Every situation offers a lesson. Try to find it, good or bad.
  • Be tenacious.
  • You can agree to disagree.
  • Learn to let it go.
  • Your first instinct is probably the right one.
  • Learn from the past. Live in the present. Plan for the future.
  • Do what you love.

Nothing can replace life experience, of course, but a cheat sheet can’t hurt.

Is there anything you wish you’d known at 18? Any obstacles you would have liked to have been warned about? Deep, silly — let’s hear it!

Too short

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009

There’s nothing like a death in the family to make you re-evaluate your priorities.

Josh’s grandfather passed away on Tuesday. He was 86, a veteran of the second World War and one of the happiest, optimistic, cheeriest men I’ve ever met, even as his body slowly failed him. He is the reason Josh loves the Cubs, why Josh insists on scoring every baseball games we attend. The last time we saw him, over Thanksgiving weekend, he drove himself to lunch and we had a great couple of hours, him wheeling his little oxygen tank behind him to and from the salad bar, weeks before having a leg amputated. He will be missed greatly.

Life is too short, and I think am on a path to burn-out. I’m taking the summer off for personal projects. So there.