Tag: augustspirit

I bought a new domain, but I probably won’t use it.  I honestly debated spending over $2,000 to re-purchase the first domain I had in 1999.  But I wouldn’t use it either, so I didn’t.  I tried installing some old school blog software but it sucked more than I remembered.

I don’t know how so much time has passed.  I don’t know how everything is so different and so the same.  I think not having kids fucks with your sense of time.  You lack those milestones which become metrics by which to judge the passing of time.

Nothing productive is going to come out of this post, I just wanted words on the screen.

Other things I’ve meant to blog about but never did:

• Saw The Front Bottoms in concert again
• Don’t know how I feel about running.  It’s hot and humid and being slow makes me sad.
• Mom is coming to Austin in a few week and then we’re going to Chicago and I’m excited/nervous
• You can never go back.  But going forward is not always an easy task.

I think I’ve said this before, but I often write blog posts in head – in the shower, on runs, while commuting.  But they so rarely make it to the page, and I then I forget what brilliance I was going to share with you.

I am currently working on self-care.  More running, more yoga, more music, more routine.  I also need to work in better work focus, more blogging, more socializing.   But I’m getting there.

We’ve been sort of half thinking, half talking about getting a new car, but I think we’re leaning towards more serious exploration now.  Hopefully we’ll go this weekend and check out a few options.  It would be more exciting if it wasn’t such a pain in the ass. Someone make Amazon for car-buying (oh wait, I think I read about a guy who tried that in the hey-day of the bubble and got laughed off the internet).

Anyway, this is boring, but that’s life sometimes.  I’ll try to come back when I have something more interesting

P.S. wtf with new WP making my sideway smiles into emojis with no way to disable?!  ugh.

P.P.S technology is great, but there are some things I’m never going to be down with, and reformatting my smilies is one, and if you know me at all, webfonts are another (even though this theme uses them [cause I’m lazy], and there are more instances of good use of them lately; in general, I still say, ‘get off my lawn’).

We spent most of this morning working on the bathroom. We needed to recaulk the tub, which led to some serious cleaning, which led to some tossing of junk which led to laundry and the shower curtain rod falling when we tried to put the curtain back up. So, basically, a typical day in home improvement.

But then I got to go shopping for new bathroom things which was fun. $50 and 8 hours later and the master bath is in much better shape.  I’m constantly reminded to be grateful.

Today I’m grateful to have a nice cozy house and money to fix problems as they arise. 

Happy New Year! It’s an arbitrary fresh start. And, hey, I’m all for it.

On Wednesday, after a 30 minute run dropped my phone battery from 85% to 12% my husband said we should buy me a new phone. And of course I didn’t argue. So I got the new 6s which is bigger and has taken some getting used to, but the screen size is nice when I’m playing on it

Last night we rang in the new year with drinks and pizza and a really terrible horror movie called ‘Deadly Friend’ and then we watched 80s videos into the morning, pausing for a few minutes to make sure we kissed our way into the new year.

I don’t really feel like looking back too much into 2015, it was a decent year with the glaring exception of my mom’s cancer diagnosis. That basically shaped a lot of everything in 2015. But she is currently doing pretty well and I spent a lot of time with her and have plans to spend even more in the coming year. And I’ll never stop praying for a miracle or being grateful for every day I get with her. (That was more than I even wanted to say about the whole thing, but there it is.)

I haven’t come up with any real goals for 2016. I just want to be more present and more whole. I want to connect more with people. More time with friends and family, more travel, more living with intention.

Last night, my best friend linked to Ted Hughes’ letter to his (and Sylvia Path’s) son Nicholas, which ended as follows:

And that’s how we measure out our real respect for people—by the degree of feeling they can register, the voltage of life they can carry and tolerate—and enjoy. End of sermon. As Buddha says: live like a mighty river. And as the old Greeks said: live as though all your ancestors were living again through you.

And so that, my friends, is my intention for 2016. To live like a mighty river.