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10 Years?

Published August 25, 2013 by ia84

This weekend was my 10 year high school class reunion.  I didn’t go.  Not for lack of wanting to visit with my classmates; I just had too much else going on.  Plus, it’s a couple hour drive to my old high school.  Didn’t really want to spend the money on gas and food and such.  Still, I’ve been thinking quite a bit about the last ten years.  Mostly, the last several years have been a true nightmare that I hope never to have to repeat.  Plus, my life is absolutely nothing like what I expected it would be when I was 18 and super naive.  Back then, I really believed that by now I would be a teacher, a wife, a mother, and a published author.  Out of those things, I’m only close to being a published author.  So, I’m not going to make any guesses about where I’ll be 10 years from now.  I hope that I’ll still be at my job and still be happy there.  I hope that my parent’s health holds and I’ll still have them.

It was mentioned to me today that I haven’t been blogging that much lately.  That’s true.  It’s not that I lack for things to talk about, it’s just that most of the things I have to talk about run along the theme of “Why do people struggle so much to correctly screw the top onto a pee cup.”  I’ve found most people don’t handle that sort of conversation topic terribly well.

I am writing.  As of tonight I’ve reached 30 full pages of single spaced writing on the draft of my novel.  I’m quite pleased.  I’m really struggling as I write, because the subject matter is incredibly dark and messed up.  I’m finding that it really wears on me and tends to make my mood loads darker than it might be.   However, I must finish this, mostly because I need to prove to myself that I can finish something of value.

I’m still collecting geeky t-shirts (a TARDIS blankie and Companion Cube lunch tote have also been collected).  I’ve reached that point where I just don’t really give a flying flip about what anyone thinks about me and what I like.  Is that a sign of maturity?

I’ve also set up what is possibly one of the most boring websites ever.  Check it out at maliareads.com.  It’s something I’ve been brooding on all summer, and I finally decided to just go for it.  The worst that could happen is that it will be an epic failure.

That’s about all the news that is news as of right now.  I start training for a new position at work tomorrow, so that’ll probably provide plenty for me to write about.

Vintage?

Published January 22, 2013 by ia84

This May marks 10 years since my name got called and I got my high school diploma.  Well, Sunday I got the Facebook invite to my first class reunion.  I’m really torn, because part of me would love to see everyone again, but there’s this other part of me that just doesn’t want to go anywhere near it.  I don’t want to be reminded that I’m about the only one who didn’t get their bachelor’s degree, nor have I got anyone in my life/or kids.  Maybe I’ll just wait for the 20th.  Surely, surely I will have accomplished something by then…

Anyway, one of my friends from high school posted a story on the reunion page about the fact that someone had borrowed her old cheerleading uniform, and brought it back to her at work.  Some young girls apparently saw it and exclaimed, “OMG! Thats so cute…totally vintage!”  Seriously?  Vintage?  I thought that at least 20 years had to go by before we qualified as owning vintage stuff.  Also, I remember what those uniforms looked like, and I really don’t think that there’s been that much advancement in the field of cheerleading uniforms in the last 10 years.  I wonder if those girls actually understand what the word vintage means.

10 years.  It’s nuts.  It certainly doesn’t feel like 10 years.  No, actually it feels more like 30.  I’m so glad I don’t have to go back and relive those 10 years, because while I wouldn’t change the friendships I’ve made, life itself has been kind of a nightmare.  The first time I actually breathed and felt like I was finding the self I knew 10 years ago happened about 3 weeks ago when I started at my new job.  Every day I look in the mirror and see flashes of a face of the girl I used to be.  Older and wiser (?), but more in tune with what she knows, what she wants, and confidence in who she is.  10 years is a long time to spend wondering if you’ll ever be those things again, and trying desperately to find them.

So, I may be vintage, and they may play songs on the oldies radio that were produced after I was born, but I think I’m going to be okay with all of it.