Would'ja Look At That

Oh hey! I have a blog. Who knew?

Many, many thanks to those of you who remembered, even when it seemed like I had forgotten. I haven't forgotten. I just...haven't written.

Life is in one of those places right now where absolutely nothing is happening. The other day, Dr. B. said "something has to be going on, Pobble. Something is always going on with you." But, honestly, nope. Nothing.

Don't get me wrong, while life may be boring to read about right now, that doesn't mean it's boring to live. I'm really (really) enjoying a routine that is a little more routine than I usually live. Wake up, workout, work, go for walks, head to the grocery store. You know ~ life.

Meanwhile, an update:

• I've gotten into PiYo. It's making me bendy.
• Black and brown people are still being treated horribly by white people.
• The highs have already been in the 70s here in NOLA. I am keeping my mouth shut when talking with friends from Boston and the Northeast in general. But I'm loving it, nonetheless.
• Women are still being treated horribly by men.
• I've gotten some really cool new work. They're just single projects, nothing long-term, but it's really satisfying to be getting my name out there.
• Women of color are still being treated horribly by white women.
• While I've been wicked excited to be making real money writing, finally, we were also a bit thrown by our tax liability. When you make more than a couple thousand dollars a year, you actually owe the government some of that. Good to remember.
• LGBTQ people are still being treated horribly by straight, cis folks ~ and each other, in a weird, internalized self-loathing kind of way.
• In spite of the unexpected tax liability, seeing how much I'm making doing the job I love, how much I am contributing financially to my family, how much what I do is valued by the standard to which we have agreed, is rewarding. To the point of giddiness.
• People have still not clued into the fact that not being allowed to oppress doesn't make them oppressed.
• Recently, I've been reminded ~ in the very best way ~ that while self-care is vitally important, it can be taken too far. Sometimes, it's important to do the things that are hard, scary, that we don't necessarily want to do. Sometimes it's important because we find strength we had forgotten we had. Sometimes it's important because we are grown ups and sometimes have to do the hard thing. Whyever (it's a word now, dammit) it becomes important to do the hard thing. when it's important to do it, it's important to do it.

In other words, just because I haven't been writing about it, doesn't mean I'm not still out here, doing my thing in real life. It just hasn't been very interesting reading.

That being said, I'll try not to disappear quite so long again. Thanks again to all of you who kept asking where I'd gone.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.