happyI have the life I always said I'd have someday.
Oh, it has complications I didn't necessarily bank on when I was plotting it out, since I didn't understand things like "herniated disks" and "actually having too many books" when I was nine, but for the most part? I sleep in a room that looks like the inside of a pumpkin, I have four shelves of My Little Ponies and two shelves loaded with stuffed toys, I own so many books that re-reading steadily for a year wouldn't mean getting through them all, and I have both the cat I've always wanted (Lilly) and the cat I never knew I needed (Alice). And I write books, and people read them, and it's amazing.
For example,
kyrielle read Rosemary and Rue.I was chatting with my friend Adam last night (his books, How to Get Suspended and Influence People [Amazon] and Pirates of the Retail Wasteland [Amazon] are delightfully accurate flashbacks to my own days in the public school honors system), and he said that reviews never cease to be scary, since you don't know until you read them whether they'll be positive, negative, or written by angry mushroom people from Dimension X. But they never cease to be exciting, either.
Life is pretty damn good. How's yours?
June 28 2009, 17:02:31 UTC 8 years ago
In a similarly long-term-view vein, the thing(s) I've always wanted to do I am in good progress toward doing, having escaped (finally) the trap of "put your dreams aside and do what's practical" and obtained some degree of actual motivation.
I'm an art student now, as I always should have been, and loving it; I went from academic probation to the dean's list in one semester, and am downright enchanted with all the new things I keep learning. I am being social quite well over the internet and making some degree of progress in meatspace. I have a forum in which to write, complete with appreciative audience and lots of delicious things to read in return. I am coming to appreciate and love my physical appearance, rather than having a laundry list of things I want to change about me. I have enough things I love to keep me occupied for centuries, and even in the deepest fits of depression (which has itself perceptibly lessened) I don't lose track of that my life is, generally, solidly awesome. And I'm learning to rationally analyze my wants and how best to get them, with the result of wasting less money and effort on the parts of things that aren't important.
June 29 2009, 17:42:10 UTC 8 years ago