I was chided last month for my lack of blogging. It was right after my life finally kicked back into action. It’s like the bike chain got back on track. Now I actually have stuff to report on.
It started in February when the Caucus came to town. I have never voted and have no intention on voting but I wanted to see what it was all about. I wanted to see for myself if it is as hopeless as I thought. I decided it is. But more importantly I met people that care about and are active in their community. I found out that the Minnesota Center Arts Board is located right HERE, that there is another local artist my age, I reunited with a High School graduate who has gotten his own book published and knows all about design and all that. I found out that Tuesday nights is Texas Hold ’em at the local bar and that my crazy friend plays.
I had a good sit-down with myself. I read some inspiring books, heard an inspiring story on “This American Life” and was reminded that THIS is my life. A girl who had always wanted to be a super hero decided to train to be one, she made her list and accomplished it. This is my chance to be who I want to be. I know who I want to be, I want to be a fictional character. Fictional characters have depth and stories and are having adventures or at least living weird lives. There aren’t books about people who watch TV. Sitcoms are nice but it depresses me when a life on TV is more interesting than paying attention to mine. I took inventory of my shortcomings as a fictional character and I only have one thing left to learn to really feel complete and unreal, fighting. I want to take Akido classes. One day my character will play fiddle as well, I should probably be starting those lessons soon as well. It was after I came to these conclusions that Bethany and I had the same talk about where our life is going and we decided to take charge and LIVE. I’m telling you, just by taking an active step the next day has snow balled me into all sorts of stuff. I have since slowed down again and now I have time to write about it but I want to get back out of this funk and get back to be an active participant in life. So, I started with visiting at the Nursing Home, I started rosemaling lessons (a Norwegian folk art), Yoga classes, Charity and I have been going to a ball room dancing club, I got hired on at a bar and they said they’ll teach me bartending (they haven’t called yet), the money boat is keeping Dad and me busy for most of the week, I’ve gotten to chop wood a couple of times, I finished my first knitting project, I went on a short-notice road trip to Washington DC, and now last week Tammy at the Nursing Home convinced me to challenge the CNA test. I signed up for it and now I get to study. I am so excited. Years ago when I had money that I didn’t know what to do with I took the CNA class and all that, figuring that I would always be able to get the certification back if I didn’t keep it current. That is exactly what has happened. I have lots of studying to do and I hope to be on call. That’s what got me into this, Tammy is the staff coordinator and she explained that there’s a position where I can choose my hours and days I work when the schedule comes out. It’s perfect, plus you get a higher hourly rate and I only have to work once every three months to still be considered on call. With this uncertain summer coming I can still have a way to be making good money on my time. IF I can pass this test. Wish me luck. If I could get my certification back I would have a lot better job opportunities open to me. I really like that idea if I decide to move to Asheville. Asheville is a possibility I’ve been toying with.
I’ve realized that I love community, I need to get more involved, and I like communicating and discussing. I love to learn, and I need structure. Those are some of the things noted this winter.
Well, I’m glad to be here. I hope to start blogging more about things I’ve been thinking about. I’ve been surfing the web a lot and all it has done is bring up more questions. Maybe I’ll just start discussing them here.