How did I let two months slip away from me? Is anyone even reading this thing still?
Yesterday, November 18th, marked one year since I moved out of the apartment I shared with my then-husband, so I was feeling a burst of nostalgia and that urge to look back and see what’s changed, what I’ve accomplished in the last year. It’s not an anniversary I ever thought I wanted to commemorate, but it’s one that I’m glad that I have. Because when I look back on the past year, I see…a lot of joy, a lot of growing, a lot of learning. I hadn’t lived by myself or with roommates other than David since 2009, and that’s quite a long time. But I learned that I am still financially independent, I’m doing well, and even though I still don’t sleep alone as well as I did when there was someone else there, I sleep just fine. I have no regrets about my conduct or my behavior in the past year. I think I’ve done all right for myself, for the most part.
So what’s happening in the life of me?
School: I have 75.25 pages completed in a rough draft of my senior thesis. I originally had hope that it would be completed by Christmas, but I see now that this was a ridiculous goal. Although I technically am ahead of schedule (with two and a half completed chapters of four), my professor does not think that the editing process will be complete before the spring. There are two pieces of good news that came along with this. The first being, I don’t have to defend my thesis (which is AMAZING), and the second being that Dr. LW promised me that, if I complete all four chapters by December 20th, she won’t give me any work to do over Christmas vacation. Which means FOUR glorious weeks off. I can’t even imagine. I may just be inebriated for most of it.
Dating: Well, I’ve gone on a couple of dates. None of them really panned out. That’s okay. I’m awfully freakin’ busy. The right guy will come along eventually. Right now I’m not trying to push anything.
Writing: Would you believe that, on top of my already crazy thesis writing, I’ve undertaken the task of writing fiction? I have! My friend Jess and I pulled out the notes we had on a series we’d thought of writing back in 2007, dusted them off, and rebooted the whole thing. And would you believe that the rough drafts of the first TWO books are finished? There will eventually be five, but I’m really surprised (and psyched) that they’ve been coming along as well as they have! I’m also doing NaNoWriMo (because I am completely, utterly insane) and I’m already at over 43,000 words with over two weeks to go. I’m a writing machine, guys.
Holidays: I am so, so psyched for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s. Last year’s holidays were rough at best, between the separation still being fresh and the question of divorce still up in the air. This year, there’s nothing standing in the way of me and a wonderful holiday. I couldn’t be more excited. Plans are underway to decorate the apartment; Sam inherited a fake tree from one of her friends and I have to get my ornaments and creche from David’s basement. I even managed to find Advent candles, so now I just need to pull together a wreath. As for Christmas shopping? I’ve barely started. Not even thinking about it right now, guys. Not even a blip on the radar. I just paid my credit card bill (almost in full — the rest will come on Friday) and then I can use it for holiday shopping or emergencies if need be. The only person who is “set” (as in, I know what I’m getting for him and just haven’t bought it yet) is my father. Everyone else? Well, it’ll come in time. Always does.
I leave you with this hilarious photo from Halloween. That’s me and Drea in the foreground. Can you spot Jess?