Going on to 2018, with a brief look back on 2017

When this uploads, it’ll be January 1st. I spent a good portion of time examining the different tools and aspects of WordPress. Something I should have done years ago but never actually bothered because I am actually the worst.

This past year has been a rollercoaster. I did so much. I gained so much. And I lost just as much.  I suppose, per tradition. The goals I set for myself last year:

  • Do either a secret Los Angeles walk or stairs walk twice a month.

Nope! Now, I did do a lot of walking. But that was my own rambling paths I was following.

  • Fill out the Happiness Journal as it’s meant to be.

Also no. I started off great, but it stopped being a thing around April…

  • Keep applying to jobs.

I did do this. I even have a job now. It’s.. it sure is something.

  • Make one new friend.

I have made several new friends. It’s nice.

  • Dance more.

:: dances around bedroom ::

  • Finish the writing projects I’m working on, or at least one of them as much as I can.

This is hard to quantify. I did finish a first draft, which I hate. I started a new project, which I’m enjoying. Though I find it stressful. So. Yes, and no? I guess. I don’t know.

  • Read 30 new books.

Ding ding ding.

  • Update here more often

Sorta? I do think this year was the most I’ve ever uploaded here. Still not where I’d like to be. But an improvement.

Other accomplishments for the year include:

  • I have had three jobs this year. My current one pays me more money than I have ever been paid before for work. I’m actually mostly okay, sans emergencies, financially.
  • I moved out of my parents home. I have a nice room in a lovely apartment in Los Angeles. I don’t deal with the same, constant level stress and anxiety I have for years now.
  • I actually received the hard, physical copies of my degrees. I have degrees. This is mind-boggling on so many levels.
  • I started playing in two new campaigns.
  • I stepped out of my comfort level in two different ways. I participated in a LARP – specifically, Dystopia Rising – and I signed up for and have been attending drop-in D&D games at comic book shops in the valley.
  • I have regularly seen my friends. I’ve regularly spent time with folks that keep me calm and keep me happy.
  • I got an annual pass to Disneyland.
  • I got over a crush on someone I’ve had for years. And fell in love with someone wonderful. To which…
  • I have a boyfriend. He’s neat. And lets me bite him a lot.
  • I joined a gym. I even go semi-regularly.
  • I hit a weight loss goal I have had for years.

 

I also lost my grandmother. I feel like I’ve lost my sister. I’ve lost friends. As petty as this sounds, I’ve lost my favorite shirt… the yellow one that made me feel comforted and invisible when I wore it.

This past year was hard for so many people. It was difficult, at times. But I did so much that I never actually believed I would be able to do that I can’t hate the year 2017 the way some of my friends are.

And to look forward… For 2018 I would like to accomplish the following:

  • Get my passport.
  • Pass my CBEST.
  • Celebrate my 30th birthday at Disneyland, staying at the Disney hotel.
  • Get treatment for my growing general anxiety, OCD, and bi-polar.
  • Make a deposit on a cruise line trip for 2019.
  • Start my own Dungeon and Dragons campaign.
  • Get more progress done on the Legends story, especially now that the game is finished.
  • Read 35 books.
  • Stop reaching out to the people who do not make anywhere near the same effort that I do to maintain the friendship.
  • By the end of the year, have a minimum of $1,000 in savings.
  • Write more. In just, general. Write more.
  • Continue my weight loss journey.

 

I am hoping that I can do this. Some of these goals feel impossible. Some feel totally doable.

So here’s to 2018. Let’s have this year be at least as productive as the last, if not more so.

Cheers, and Happy New Year.

M

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February Blues

When I started writing this entry, I was sitting at Tortilla Joe’s restaurant in the Downtown Disney District, taking myself on a much needed me date. This year is going by so fast. It’s kind of unbelievable. A lot has happened. To start, I have a temporary job. I am a data entry technician working from an office in Gardena, which is nowhere near where I live and entirely too close to Disneyland. Which is why I wound up stopping there to avoid some of the traffic nightmares on my way home.  I’m still going on interviews for other positions. I have one tomorrow, in fact. This year feels like a good year for getting interviews compared to previous years. In fact, I’ve already gone on more interviews in the past month and a half than I did the first half of last year. With any luck, one of these will stick to a job that will last longer than one month.

But I’m not going sit and spew that all has been nothing but hope and searching and trying to get employment. I’ve felt so lost this year. I am trying to find the path that my life is supposed to go on, but I can’t remember when or where I got off the path. I know it’s happened, the current state of my life is a huge indicator that Hey! Somewhere where you got off track. I’ve been taking these huge and tiny steps towards getting to a place where I think that I will be better. Where I won’t feel my anxiety creep up my spine and choke me.  Operation Secret project is a huge portion of that. It is, without any hesitation or doubt, the biggest thing that can be done to get myself aimed at a better place.

I took one of the hardest steps towards that operation. I told my dad about it. He wasn’t exactly what could be called supportive. He told my mother, who in turn responded in a manner that was beyond unsupportive. Which, is confusing. The thing I’m trying to make sure happens. It’s something that should happen. It’s something that should have happened a long time ago. I don’t understand why my parents seem to be trying to sabotage or bribe me to prevent this from happening. But it’s going to. Sometime soon (next month hopefully) I’ll be able to talk about it more. With better news.

Laller is getting progressively worse. Most days, she won’t really get out of her bed unless I carry her out and set her in the living room to socialize. I worry that the doctors and nurses were wrong when they said that she should have another five years in her. I don’t see how anymore. It’s terrifying and heartbreaking seeing how much she has regressed. I can’t take care of her anymore. I can’t handle the pressure or the responsibility and still manage to take care of myself. I’ve tried to do so, but it gets harder and harder to care for a woman who goes dead weight when I try to pick her up to feed her, or punches me repeatedly when I have to give her a shower, or bites when I need to move her to change the sheets that she’s soiled again. I found a home that could take her and do so much better for her than I am able to provide, but there is resistance from others to putting her in it. Which, I understand too. Laller was very vocal about not wanting to be in a living assistance home. But no one saw how badly the Alzheimer’s would affect her coming. We didn’t predict that within the span of a year, she’d go from someone who could take care of herself (feeding, bathing, cleaning, using the toilet) to someone who on some days just refuses to leave bed for any reason. It’s heartbreaking.

School starts next week. I have a few courses and a couple that is not in my normal major. But something that will hopefully help me get a job in the business field while I continue pursuing the education field goal. I know I what I want to do in life, I just also know that I can’t afford to sit and keep trying and only doing that one thing. I need to do more.

There things to look forward to. I have the Bash this weekend, my friends are wonderful, Opereation Secret Project is still going, despite opposition. And there will be more lovely rain soon. Gosh, that rain was needed.

There are things I have to keep holding on to hope for. There are reasons for me to be happy. I just need to keep reminding myself of that.

A splurge of thoughts

It’s the start of a new semester, and I feel jittery. Though, to be perfectly fair I am not sure it’s the fact that I am starting a new school today’s fault. My anxiety levels have been a lot higher than normal due to some severe bullshit and shenanigans that I don’t want to go into here. It’s just. It’s gotten bad. I spent a good portion of today physically ill because of it.

So. I want to focus on things that don’t make me anxious. Or at least help me deal.

This past Saturday I finally got to go to Disneyland and experience their 60th anniversary things. I got a lot of souvenir cups. Three, to be exact. I can now choose to drink out of my regular cups, or a BB-8 sipper, a Disney Stien, or a glowy Chernabog.  The Chernabog is really quite impressive and intimidating. But BB-8 has been the go-to cup so far. I learned a few new things while I was at the parks, and got to say goodbye to a ride I have a love-hate relationship with. I have to say, I was hesitant about Hyperspace Mountain. I don’t actually fully like that Star Wars seems to have taken over Tomorrowland. But the way that ride was updated was really awesome. It’s going to be one of the things I will miss when it goes away. The Paint the Night parade is amazing, as is the light show on the castle. I’m grateful I was able to go and see these things, even though the Fireworks show was canceled due to unsafe wind conditions.

I hope I get the chance to go back again before the year is over. I went on the Hollywood Tower of Terror, despite loathing drop rides like that. I love roller coasters, but rides that just take you up high to plummet you back down to the ground makes me so uneasy. But the set design on that rides line, the interior of the hotel. All those little tiny details that Disney tries putting into all of their rides and work. The Tower of Terror has always been my favorite. And I will be so sad to see it go. Hopefully, the Guardians of the Galaxy ride that is taking its’ place will be as good. Hopefully.

I need to write here more. I do write something daily. But it’s never very much, and it’s not here often enough. I’m actually starting to do better on my reading list. I’ve been applying to jobs daily. Like. So many jobs.

Things will be less anxious. Things will be better.

I will be better.

Life, Graduation, and the Grandmother Chronicles

I’ve been writing, like my last blog said I would as part of my resolution. But it’s all been private or not shared, and I realized that that’s not the point of having one of these blogs. So, I give you an update, as well as the start of something new.

I am in my last semester at Pasadena City College. At this point, well into it. And it’s going okay. I am doing my work and studying and being a student. I’m being the President of the Queer Alliance to the very best of my ability. And it’s good. I’m happy, if not sometimes a little stressed out. I spend the majority of my time at school or on campus. Like 5 days a week, sometimes not leaving till 9 or 9:30 at night. But it’ll be worth it. In the end, I’m walking away with three different Associate Degrees, plus an Associate Transfer degree. I’m doing some part time work, trying to get students to tutor, and babysitting one of my best friend’s kid on Thursday nights.

The biggest change, beyond any doubt, is that my grandmother Laller now lives with my family and I. About a month ago, she was unceremoniously kicked out of the home she lived in. So she lives with us now. And it’s definitely different. Alzheimer’s is a hell of a disease, and some days its a bit more difficult than others.However, there are days, and moments in every day that are just adorable. The moments that I sit back, and I smile. For those moments. I want to chronicle them here. I know that in the future, I’m going to want to go back and look at those moments more than I will the frustrating ones.

So to start the Grandmother Chronicles.

Yesterday I took Laller to go and get her hair cut, and to the Disney store to pick up a stuffed toy for her to cuddle. While at the salon, she started poking the posters going “Beep boop” because she heard me doing that earlier. And at the Disney store, she had a hard time picking just one toy. Or just getting a toy. It was very much like *me* in the Disney store when I am trying to get one thing.

Both were smile worthy. Especially when at the end, she started waving at all the kids and humming to the music in the store.