Maybe I'll Start a Blog

In an attempt to end the year on a good note, I opted to do both a December daily run streak and Dry December. This is backwards. I should not be doing the healthy things right before resolution time, because then how will I become The New Me in the new year? On the other hand, I have a pretty lofty walk/run mileage goal for 2021, so I can’t really let up just because the calendar changes. And I don’t really enjoy drinking alone, except maybe a porch beer on a warm evening, and since socializing and warm evenings aren’t happening any time soon, it’ll probably be a mostly Dry January anyway. My resolution for 2020 was to eliminate negative self talk. That’s virtually impossible to track or quantify, so I have no idea if I succeeded. Let’s say yes. The fact that I remember my resolution 364 days later is a feat, really. Other than the aforementioned mileage goal, I don’t really have a resolution for 2021. However, I’ll be turning 40 next year, and I have some Feelings about that.  ...

There’s a quote that goes something like, “I don’t have a dream job. I do not dream of labor.” I can’t find the original source, but I’d love to know. In any case, I appreciate the sentiment even though in some ways I have had a few “dream jobs,” including my current one. It was an educational journey to get there, though. There was this short-lived TV show called Quarterlife that was on when I was the correct age for it. It might have been a MySpace TV series. Was that a thing? Am I making this up? Anyway, it was bad, but I was feeling my own quarterlife crisis pretty hard and I watched the first episode with interest. Our hero was an early-20s woman working in some low-level position at a women’s magazine, and that’s where it lost me. I would have KILLED for a shitty entry-level job at a magazine. I was working a clerical job at a disability insurance company and in hindsight, it was *fine*, as jobs go. But I had a big ol’ chip on my shoulder about how I, with my equestrian science d...