What that title means, my friends, is that the Lady Rambler (moi) is going to be making some changes come school year/end of summer. I’m not sure if that’s the right relationship of words, as I have never taken the SATs, nor do I ever wish to endeavor to, but it sounded right to me at this moment, and so I’m LEAVING IT. Cause I’m an instinctual creature.
I’m looking to hire a web designer to fancify this here website (once I obtain my VERY.OWN.DOMAIN.NAME. Pause for audience screams.) And start thricely per week updating the blog.
I’ve come up with 3 general varieties of posts that I would like to try my hand at doing weekly. And one hidden type that might or might not show up here (but it’s in my brain, so that’s all that matters.) (Secrets! OoOoOohhh).
- What I’ve Read & Rambled About a la A Literal Girl
- Anecdotes and Stories from the Life of the Lady Rambler
- Essays on Possibly-Inconsequential-Yet-Life-Altering Things
I’m going to be trying to stretch my writing muscles so that I’m actually writing about things that matter and are important to me. Hopefully, that’ll appeal to you. Currently, it really appeals to me. And it appeals to what I want to do in the future. So I feel like it will be a raging success (or just me raging).
I’ll be moving at a snail’s pace until the end of the summer (job life and whatnot), but I’ll announce the full revamp come September 10-ish.
Wish me luck, and come visit and read!
Let it forever be known that the night before my 23rd birthday, I ordered a Macbook Pro from my mother’s credit card, had my own credit card defrauded, and watched Bones with my 4-month-old, incredibly itchy and unbearably cute little pup. I kicked back and relaxed in my puppy’s favorite sleeping spot – my super cozy reclining sofa that I can’t get enough of every evening. I must confess, it is my favorite sleeping spot too – sometimes I just sleep there when I’ve had a particularly draining day, it just feels so comfortable and takes me back to childhood, being out cold during a sweet nap after a long day of playing on a very similar sofa at my grandmother’s.
I am surprisingly okay with this, with my impending joblessness (unemployment), and with my upcoming free time during the summer. I am okay with being an overachiever and a little overworked. I am really, really okay with my life. I am happy here, despite wanting so much, because I know how lucky I really am.
I know how to be grateful for things, and I think by 23, that can be considered an achievement, albeit a small one.
What do I think 23 will involve?
Lots of change. I can read all the Thought Catalog articles I want on “being in your 20s”, but I have barely scraped the surface of this decade I’ve been inhabiting for 3 years already. I’ve finished university and pursued job opportunities, sure. I’ve also visited Europe, which, let’s face it, is a “thing you do in your 20′s”. I’ve bought a dog and made peace with my insane family (most of the time anyway). I have learned how to step away from things, although stepping away from 7 seasons of a TV show still proves to be a struggle. But I’ve learned how to manage my money and earn it; I’ve learned how to say no when people are pushing me too far, and I’ve learned to say yes when people are willing to actually come to the party.
I’ve learned a lot of things, but I think I’m still learning to enjoy the moment. To ride the wave and really be amazed in the instant of the fact that I’m gliding on water.
This year will probably involve moving out, being adult-ish, getting a “real job”, and all sorts of boring things like figuring out who I am and what I’m really capable of as a person. I’m excited. It will be a fun challenge. It’ll be so terrifying that I’m sure I’ll come home certain days and just cry into my dog’s stomach, further dirtying her fur with my snot, but I also hope there will be days that I just dance into my favourite pair of underwear and get dressed like the Queen herself is visiting me (although, hey, I don’t really dig monarchies, but I’d make an exception, I guess).
I will try to keep track of everything, although, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, I haven’t really figured out (STILL. STILL. My frustration knows no end.) what I want this blog to be. Maybe instead of making it something, I’ll just write and ramble about whatever the hell I want and see what turns out. It works in cooking!
Let’s hope this is one of those times.