Here is an interesting analysis of the political components of Colorado, particularly Colorado Springs:
...and just imagine how differently it all might work if Election Math worked differently?
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
At Zumba, we started doing a few songs with some Flamenco influence. One of the instructors even handed out flyers for a Flamenco concert. I dragged Adrian to the concert, and loved it! Since then, I've started "tuning" my internet radio stations to flamenco. At first they all tended to sound somewhat the same, but now I'm developing favorites. YouTube even has some fairly good videos for these:
Monday, July 16, 2012
My Dream Flights
I mentioned this in my last post, but figured I should give more detail:
Many people have flying dreams, and I guess I’m no different. The interesting thing about my flying is how it works. I remember the first time I flew in a dream. Back at the big field/yard between my house and my next-door-neighbor's/best friend's yard in Oklahoma, a dog was chasing me (I was afraid of most dogs, when I was younger). Suddenly, as my legs were still making the motions for running, I began to lift off the ground. Takeoff was a bit shaky, but soon I was actually up! Actually, my flights are always a bit jerky, and the jerks correspond to how I move my legs, which in mid-air seems more like bicycling than running. After that, I tended to have many flying dreams (though I haven’t had one recently), and the flying always worked the same way: just like riding a bicycle, I never forgot how! Something I eventually started doing was to start my flights from some high point, then jump as high as I could - this made takeoff a bit more effortless. Sometimes I flew very high, but I usually try to stay relatively close to the ground (no taller than a skyscraper, perhaps?), because I was always worried about landing. It takes alot of cycling power to keep myself in the air. I was always worried that I would get up too high, run out of energy, then begin plumetting to the ground (gaining 32.2 ft/s of velocity every second), with no energy left for breaking. However, though my dream landings (which seem to be much fewer than my takeoffs) can be less-than smooth, I have never crashed in a dream. Perhaps if I ever have a lucid flying dream I should try to crash and see what happens?
Note: with the inception (no pun intended... ok, well, maybe it was just a little intended) of my lucid dreaming, this isn't the only way for me to fly in a dream.
Many people have flying dreams, and I guess I’m no different. The interesting thing about my flying is how it works. I remember the first time I flew in a dream. Back at the big field/yard between my house and my next-door-neighbor's/best friend's yard in Oklahoma, a dog was chasing me (I was afraid of most dogs, when I was younger). Suddenly, as my legs were still making the motions for running, I began to lift off the ground. Takeoff was a bit shaky, but soon I was actually up! Actually, my flights are always a bit jerky, and the jerks correspond to how I move my legs, which in mid-air seems more like bicycling than running. After that, I tended to have many flying dreams (though I haven’t had one recently), and the flying always worked the same way: just like riding a bicycle, I never forgot how! Something I eventually started doing was to start my flights from some high point, then jump as high as I could - this made takeoff a bit more effortless. Sometimes I flew very high, but I usually try to stay relatively close to the ground (no taller than a skyscraper, perhaps?), because I was always worried about landing. It takes alot of cycling power to keep myself in the air. I was always worried that I would get up too high, run out of energy, then begin plumetting to the ground (gaining 32.2 ft/s of velocity every second), with no energy left for breaking. However, though my dream landings (which seem to be much fewer than my takeoffs) can be less-than smooth, I have never crashed in a dream. Perhaps if I ever have a lucid flying dream I should try to crash and see what happens?
Note: with the inception (no pun intended... ok, well, maybe it was just a little intended) of my lucid dreaming, this isn't the only way for me to fly in a dream.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
There's a First Time for Everything
So, last night, I finally had a lucid dream!
As far back as I can remember in the dream, I was lying in bed (the house isn't one that I recognized) and singing to myself (more like humming, too muffled for actual words), and there was moonlight coming in through an open, though screened window (we really did have our window open in the bedroom that night). I remember being somewhat worried that there was someone out there, and that they would hear me (and come and get me, like a criminal or something - but I was just enjoying singing so much that I didn't want to stop). I felt somewhat spooked, perhaps I was singing to calm myself? Somehow I merged into another scene where I was coming down a small set of steps (from outside, in the same house, still at night, and everything very dim: moonlight upstairs, dimmed artificial lights downstairs).
The whole dream seemed to have not lasted very long, but this next part went by especially fast. I felt that everything was happening all at once, chronistic superpositioning or transpositioning. The order of events, as much as there was any order, seemed somewhat illogical (I realized I was dreaming after seeing the ‘ghostly me’, but the double vision of which the figure seemed a part did not begin until I pushed my finger against the wall and seemed to be sensing two walls, one visual, and one visual and physical).
{I looked up on the wall, and saw a tile plaque that said something like “She has her hands upon your shoulders” (it was the kind of plaque that one would expect to say “Home Is Where the Heart Is” or something like that, and it too was seen in double vision) - and I felt that this was meant in a very ominous sense. Suddenly, there was a ghostly x-rayish energy figure of myself standing behind me, with both hands stretched out and resting on my shoulders. Somehow I had the perspective of seeing the figure behind me, and seeing myself at the same time. However, I did not have the physical sensation of anything touching me. Then it occurred to me that I might be dreaming (because I couldn’t feel the hands on my shoulds, and the plaque implied that I would? The ghostly me really wasn't scaring me at all, but the plaque motto, and general atmosphere was spooky). I pushed my finger against the wall, to see if it would pass through. It went through about an inch, or maybe less, then met resistance. Everything suddenly appeared in double-vision. I realized I was lucid dreaming. It immediately occurred to me to try to fly (I did not stop to think about what to do, this just seemed the natural thing to do). I did not fly as I have in other dreams, with bicycle-like leg motions powering my movement. I simply willed myself to begin floating upwards. I think the double-vision effects subsided as I began to rise upwards}
I began floating about this house. I think I went down another flight of stairs (floating above the steps), and into a bathroom there. My mom was there, looking in a mirror and fixing her hair or applying make-up. She had her back towards me, I did not look in the mirror to see her face (or mine), I just recognized her gray head. I had a feeling that I wanted to get her attention, to haunt her or scare her as revenge for something (though I don't know what). I was still floating in the air behind her. I was trying to make a loud noise, but all I seemed to be able to get out was a muffled and frustrated “Grrrrrr...” I woke up with a start, my heart beating somewhat fast and my breathing fast as well. I sat partly up in bed, and was still making the muffled “Grrrr...” I realized I had wakened up. I exclaimed to Adrian (I wasn't sure if he was awake) that I had just had a lucid dream. He said “Cool. What about?” and I said “Flying.” The clock said 12:35. Then I lay back down to rehearse the details in my mind so that I would not forget. The next morning I confirmed with Adrian that we had actually had that brief conversation, just in case I had dreamt that too.
As far back as I can remember in the dream, I was lying in bed (the house isn't one that I recognized) and singing to myself (more like humming, too muffled for actual words), and there was moonlight coming in through an open, though screened window (we really did have our window open in the bedroom that night). I remember being somewhat worried that there was someone out there, and that they would hear me (and come and get me, like a criminal or something - but I was just enjoying singing so much that I didn't want to stop). I felt somewhat spooked, perhaps I was singing to calm myself? Somehow I merged into another scene where I was coming down a small set of steps (from outside, in the same house, still at night, and everything very dim: moonlight upstairs, dimmed artificial lights downstairs).
The whole dream seemed to have not lasted very long, but this next part went by especially fast. I felt that everything was happening all at once, chronistic superpositioning or transpositioning. The order of events, as much as there was any order, seemed somewhat illogical (I realized I was dreaming after seeing the ‘ghostly me’, but the double vision of which the figure seemed a part did not begin until I pushed my finger against the wall and seemed to be sensing two walls, one visual, and one visual and physical).
{I looked up on the wall, and saw a tile plaque that said something like “She has her hands upon your shoulders” (it was the kind of plaque that one would expect to say “Home Is Where the Heart Is” or something like that, and it too was seen in double vision) - and I felt that this was meant in a very ominous sense. Suddenly, there was a ghostly x-rayish energy figure of myself standing behind me, with both hands stretched out and resting on my shoulders. Somehow I had the perspective of seeing the figure behind me, and seeing myself at the same time. However, I did not have the physical sensation of anything touching me. Then it occurred to me that I might be dreaming (because I couldn’t feel the hands on my shoulds, and the plaque implied that I would? The ghostly me really wasn't scaring me at all, but the plaque motto, and general atmosphere was spooky). I pushed my finger against the wall, to see if it would pass through. It went through about an inch, or maybe less, then met resistance. Everything suddenly appeared in double-vision. I realized I was lucid dreaming. It immediately occurred to me to try to fly (I did not stop to think about what to do, this just seemed the natural thing to do). I did not fly as I have in other dreams, with bicycle-like leg motions powering my movement. I simply willed myself to begin floating upwards. I think the double-vision effects subsided as I began to rise upwards}
I began floating about this house. I think I went down another flight of stairs (floating above the steps), and into a bathroom there. My mom was there, looking in a mirror and fixing her hair or applying make-up. She had her back towards me, I did not look in the mirror to see her face (or mine), I just recognized her gray head. I had a feeling that I wanted to get her attention, to haunt her or scare her as revenge for something (though I don't know what). I was still floating in the air behind her. I was trying to make a loud noise, but all I seemed to be able to get out was a muffled and frustrated “Grrrrrr...” I woke up with a start, my heart beating somewhat fast and my breathing fast as well. I sat partly up in bed, and was still making the muffled “Grrrr...” I realized I had wakened up. I exclaimed to Adrian (I wasn't sure if he was awake) that I had just had a lucid dream. He said “Cool. What about?” and I said “Flying.” The clock said 12:35. Then I lay back down to rehearse the details in my mind so that I would not forget. The next morning I confirmed with Adrian that we had actually had that brief conversation, just in case I had dreamt that too.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Battiness
I have an absess on my neck. At first I thought it was a spider bite, because it was really itchy. Then it got big and painful, so I thought it was a pimple and tried to pop/lance it, but that didn’t work and really hurt. So I finally had it looked at, and was told that it is an absess, and now I am on antibiotics for it. I have no idea how it started, but it first showed up a couple days ago. Basically, when I finally went for a long bike ride with Adrian and got my helmet. I put a band-aid over it. I keep thinking if anyone asks me about it, I should just tell them that “Adrian finally agreed to change me.” Which would make sense, if he really was a vampire, since I’ve finally compromised into riding the bike with him.
I’ve been reading alot about lucid dreaming lately. Trying to prepare yourself for lucid dreaming actually reminds me alot of what I’ve read about meditating, and trying to be mindful/conscious in general. You’ll be alot better about noticing you are dreaming if you are in the habit of noticing many things. Because I’ve been focusing on that, I do feel that I’m noticing more details in general. Isn’t that how vampires are supposed to feel when they are first “changed”? Guess I’ll have to be wary of any odd new cravings.
Steve Pavlina says it good to get up early, to get started on accomplishing things and mae your day more productive. Lucid dreaming people say it’s good to write down your dreams as soon as you have them, and also that waking for 30-60 minutes in the night and then going back to sleep can often help induce lucid dreams. I know Adrian will never like being wakened up by the alarm if I start waking at odd times, so... I ordered a personal alarm. It is a device that straps to your wrist and vibrates (instead of making noise) to wake you. I’m a fairly deep sleeper, so I’m not sure how that’s going to work out. We’ll see.
Maybe I should buy a NovaDreamer too...
I’ve been reading alot about lucid dreaming lately. Trying to prepare yourself for lucid dreaming actually reminds me alot of what I’ve read about meditating, and trying to be mindful/conscious in general. You’ll be alot better about noticing you are dreaming if you are in the habit of noticing many things. Because I’ve been focusing on that, I do feel that I’m noticing more details in general. Isn’t that how vampires are supposed to feel when they are first “changed”? Guess I’ll have to be wary of any odd new cravings.
Steve Pavlina says it good to get up early, to get started on accomplishing things and mae your day more productive. Lucid dreaming people say it’s good to write down your dreams as soon as you have them, and also that waking for 30-60 minutes in the night and then going back to sleep can often help induce lucid dreams. I know Adrian will never like being wakened up by the alarm if I start waking at odd times, so... I ordered a personal alarm. It is a device that straps to your wrist and vibrates (instead of making noise) to wake you. I’m a fairly deep sleeper, so I’m not sure how that’s going to work out. We’ll see.
Maybe I should buy a NovaDreamer too...
Saturday, April 7, 2012
I just arrived on Planet Dooffydell...
I just got my own motorcycle helmet. Adrian insisted, since I have finally started riding more with him. He got a new bike this January with a back rest on the passenger seat, I've been surprised at how I am actually able to relax and enjoy the ride instead of being able to think about nothing other than falling off on the pavement and dying. We went for a ride to the Xeriscape gardens. It was late in the day - as soon as I got off the bike I noticed that my shadow looked like an astronaut! Then I turned around to see a swath of yellow... Daffodils! Or “Dooffydells” as Adrian prefers to call them. I announced that we had landed on planet Doofydell, and we proceeded to explore the gardens. :)
Today has been a very interesting day. I had the distinct feeling that life is a joke, and I just got the punchline! I can’t explain it to anyone though, it’s just one of those things you have to see for yourself - and the experience of “getting it” so individually is a big part of the fun (all punctuation in this paragraph should actually be read as riotous laughter).
Between getting my helmet and going to the gardens, Adrian studied for his Security+ exam, and I read from one of my library books: Architecture in the Garden, by James Van Sweden. At some point, my mind began to wander, to a topic which is a frequent destination of my sojourning brain: What if I could live my life over again? I was thinking how great it would be if I could have started my own small business, before the age of 10, making DIY Fashionista items (based on designs from library books, like so), and selling them at consignment stores. If I had successfully started a business at that age, and had a stream of income to experiment with, I think I would have been better off for it.
Perhaps this interest in “doing it over again” is part of what got me interested in the subject of time and time travel, and caused me to major in physics? Well, there were many contributing factors to that... However I always thought that it would be cool to create a time machine and a robot that could do brain surgeries, then you could go back in time and implant your adult brain in your childhood body and live your life over again, while having some idea what would come next. At least it would make an interesting sci-fi short story (A friend of mine once informed me that Nietzsche had a similar idea: the eternal recurrence). However, today I had something of an epiphany: there may be no need for such complicated external apparatii. We already have very complicated internal apparatii. If Einstein is to be taken literally when he says “For us believing physicists, the distinction between past, present and future is only an illusion - albeit a persistent one”, then the insinuation is that the passage of time is merely a psychological phenomena. If this is true, it ought to be within our control (arguments about entropy as the arrow of time, notwithstanding). This thought, combined with stuff I’ve been reading from Steve Pavlina about subjective reality, lucid dreaming, etc, plus a previous interest in holonomic brain theory as an explanation of the non-localization of memories, gives me the idea that perhaps the time machine and robotic brain surgeon aren’t strictly necessary.
I’ve never had a lucid dream before, but I got a book from the library (which I haven’t started yet), the title of which claims to be able to teach me how to control my dreams... I haven’t had too many dreams over the past year or so (about the time I started my new job), but I used to have quite a few. I always found it interesting that a large proportion of my dreams took place at my old house in Oklahoma that I grew up in. The idea that all of past experiences are in fact accessible to me through memory - even in my dreams - and my dreams are under my control... is a fascinating prospect for a personal laboratory!
However, since reading Steve Pavlina's essay about Life - The Ultimate Game, I did have an almost lucid dream. For some reason I was accompanying a friend (I don't remember anything about this friend, even whether or not it was a he or she) to their first day of work, at the UCCS Physics Laboratory where I used to work one summer, which was run by one of my former professors who gave me a C- in one class, and who I always found to be particularly intimidating. I hesitated at the entrance to the lab, thinking "I'm not going to work here, there's really no need for me to go in and perhaps meet my old professor - I should just leave now." But then I thought? What am I so scared of? I am a grown adult, I don't work for this guy anymore, I already graduated and got my degree years ago, and I bet my husband even makes more money than he does now. He has no power over me, there is nothing to be intimidated about now. Then I remembered Steve Pavlina's conjecture about life as a game (and how it had impressed me that I ought to take that approach to life more often), and I started thinking: I should just go in, and see what happens. What's the worst that could happen? Why don't I just go in as an experiment? That's what laboratories are for, afterall... soon after that I woke up. I don't remember actually going in, but that is the closest I have come to lucid dreaming so far.
Something else interesting happened recently: I had two pairs of jeans rip in the past week! Actually, they were my last two wearable pairs of jeans. Last year (that is, January 2011) one of my New Years resolutions was to wear more skirts. I have several but just never wear them. It is difficult to explain why not, I can make practical sounding excuses, but really I think it comes down to a matter of courage. Why should it take courage for me to wear skirts? I don’t know really, but for some odd reason it does. Anyway, I have decided to not replace my ripped jeans just yet. I will be forced to wear skirts (and non-denim pants) for the forseeable future.
I was worried about turning 30, and getting older. But actually, this is turning out to be the most interesting year of my entire adult life so far. Thirties might actually be really exciting...
Oh, and another thing that just occurred to me, if I were to start re-editing my past in a continuous manner while dreaming, and dream-time does not have to be in sync with real time (like Narnia time), then it would be possible for my dream self to - at some point - surpass my current self. A continuous feedback loop... what happens then? Death? Prophetic dreams? ...the possibilities are intriguing...
But for now, as the title of this blog proclaims, I have just arrived on Planet Dooffydell. I intend on staying a while ;) "Hey you with the pretty face, WELCOME TO THE HUMAN RACE!" - ELO, Mr. Blue Sky
Today has been a very interesting day. I had the distinct feeling that life is a joke, and I just got the punchline! I can’t explain it to anyone though, it’s just one of those things you have to see for yourself - and the experience of “getting it” so individually is a big part of the fun (all punctuation in this paragraph should actually be read as riotous laughter).
Between getting my helmet and going to the gardens, Adrian studied for his Security+ exam, and I read from one of my library books: Architecture in the Garden, by James Van Sweden. At some point, my mind began to wander, to a topic which is a frequent destination of my sojourning brain: What if I could live my life over again? I was thinking how great it would be if I could have started my own small business, before the age of 10, making DIY Fashionista items (based on designs from library books, like so), and selling them at consignment stores. If I had successfully started a business at that age, and had a stream of income to experiment with, I think I would have been better off for it.
Perhaps this interest in “doing it over again” is part of what got me interested in the subject of time and time travel, and caused me to major in physics? Well, there were many contributing factors to that... However I always thought that it would be cool to create a time machine and a robot that could do brain surgeries, then you could go back in time and implant your adult brain in your childhood body and live your life over again, while having some idea what would come next. At least it would make an interesting sci-fi short story (A friend of mine once informed me that Nietzsche had a similar idea: the eternal recurrence). However, today I had something of an epiphany: there may be no need for such complicated external apparatii. We already have very complicated internal apparatii. If Einstein is to be taken literally when he says “For us believing physicists, the distinction between past, present and future is only an illusion - albeit a persistent one”, then the insinuation is that the passage of time is merely a psychological phenomena. If this is true, it ought to be within our control (arguments about entropy as the arrow of time, notwithstanding). This thought, combined with stuff I’ve been reading from Steve Pavlina about subjective reality, lucid dreaming, etc, plus a previous interest in holonomic brain theory as an explanation of the non-localization of memories, gives me the idea that perhaps the time machine and robotic brain surgeon aren’t strictly necessary.
I’ve never had a lucid dream before, but I got a book from the library (which I haven’t started yet), the title of which claims to be able to teach me how to control my dreams... I haven’t had too many dreams over the past year or so (about the time I started my new job), but I used to have quite a few. I always found it interesting that a large proportion of my dreams took place at my old house in Oklahoma that I grew up in. The idea that all of past experiences are in fact accessible to me through memory - even in my dreams - and my dreams are under my control... is a fascinating prospect for a personal laboratory!
However, since reading Steve Pavlina's essay about Life - The Ultimate Game, I did have an almost lucid dream. For some reason I was accompanying a friend (I don't remember anything about this friend, even whether or not it was a he or she) to their first day of work, at the UCCS Physics Laboratory where I used to work one summer, which was run by one of my former professors who gave me a C- in one class, and who I always found to be particularly intimidating. I hesitated at the entrance to the lab, thinking "I'm not going to work here, there's really no need for me to go in and perhaps meet my old professor - I should just leave now." But then I thought? What am I so scared of? I am a grown adult, I don't work for this guy anymore, I already graduated and got my degree years ago, and I bet my husband even makes more money than he does now. He has no power over me, there is nothing to be intimidated about now. Then I remembered Steve Pavlina's conjecture about life as a game (and how it had impressed me that I ought to take that approach to life more often), and I started thinking: I should just go in, and see what happens. What's the worst that could happen? Why don't I just go in as an experiment? That's what laboratories are for, afterall... soon after that I woke up. I don't remember actually going in, but that is the closest I have come to lucid dreaming so far.
Something else interesting happened recently: I had two pairs of jeans rip in the past week! Actually, they were my last two wearable pairs of jeans. Last year (that is, January 2011) one of my New Years resolutions was to wear more skirts. I have several but just never wear them. It is difficult to explain why not, I can make practical sounding excuses, but really I think it comes down to a matter of courage. Why should it take courage for me to wear skirts? I don’t know really, but for some odd reason it does. Anyway, I have decided to not replace my ripped jeans just yet. I will be forced to wear skirts (and non-denim pants) for the forseeable future.
I was worried about turning 30, and getting older. But actually, this is turning out to be the most interesting year of my entire adult life so far. Thirties might actually be really exciting...
Oh, and another thing that just occurred to me, if I were to start re-editing my past in a continuous manner while dreaming, and dream-time does not have to be in sync with real time (like Narnia time), then it would be possible for my dream self to - at some point - surpass my current self. A continuous feedback loop... what happens then? Death? Prophetic dreams? ...the possibilities are intriguing...
But for now, as the title of this blog proclaims, I have just arrived on Planet Dooffydell. I intend on staying a while ;) "Hey you with the pretty face, WELCOME TO THE HUMAN RACE!" - ELO, Mr. Blue Sky
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
First Day of Spring: Take Two
I haven't posted a blog here since last year... to the day. Not going to DBG today though :( I don't know when I will either. I don't even have my own garden now, because Adrian and I moved to a new house and I had to leave my old garden behind. But, I've got a great blank canvas to start another, bigger garden - but I haven't started that yet, so garden-wise it's a rather bleak first day of spring. Adrian and I did visit the Xeriscape garden a week or so ago, and their crocuses were up (along with one broken pasque flower, and some dwarf iris). However, yesterday I painted my house: grey. It may have turned out slightly more blue than I had anticiaped :-/, still waiting to see what happens after 24hrs, and moving all furnishings back. Anyway, the idea is to create a dramatic, modern, perhaps even minimalist grey and yellow color scheme. Examples:
Pinterest: Dream Home with Design Public
Pinterest: yellow & grey
Houzz: yellow & grey
So what has happened to me in a year? ALOT! Mostly good:
1. I finished my C# class and got a new job (Jr. Software Engineer, maybe I should even say Actuarial Software Engineer).
2. I've really gotten interested in Steve Pavlina.
3. I started taking Zumba classes at the gym (So much better than doing weights and machines with Adrian. Who knew exercising could be so much fun?).
4. I went to a Dr. and got some things taken care of that I've been putting off; also found out I have a vitamin D deficiency, so now I'm taking supplements for that. Is it making me happier and giving me more energy? Maybe.
5. I cut my hair (again) - this time really layered, so that I rarely wear it up anymore. I bought a curling iron which I was using on a daily basis for a few months. First curling iron I ever owned!
6. Adrian and I have been inviting people over somewhat more often. I seem to have a little more interest and energy for people/socialization than I used to.
Not sure what's coming up next in my life, but I've decided that "Change is inevitable, and sometimes it's good" - I don't remember where I read that. I've been enjoying these new (though still moderate) changes that I've made over the last year, and I feel like maybe this sudden change towards change means I'm building up to something. Not sure what it is, but I'm optimistic about my direction.
Pinterest: Dream Home with Design Public
Pinterest: yellow & grey
Houzz: yellow & grey
So what has happened to me in a year? ALOT! Mostly good:
1. I finished my C# class and got a new job (Jr. Software Engineer, maybe I should even say Actuarial Software Engineer).
This sure beats working on a help desk, from so many points of view: Money and benefits are nice (not that Adrian can't take care of me), work environment (social), interestingness level of my work, future career prospects, etc - but I really do miss being part time. 40+ hours a week cuts down on my ability to do much else :-/. However, it's ok for now because it forces me to prioritize, and think about things like time management. I don't read as much anymore, but when I like something at a store I am more likely to just buy it on the spot (instead of mulling it over and then coming back to buy stuff later - I don't have time to mull it over, and I have more money available to just buy it). Not sure if these are great lifestyle changes, but I'm beginning to think that it doesn't hurt to try on some new habits, at this point in my life.
2. I've really gotten interested in Steve Pavlina.
3. I started taking Zumba classes at the gym (So much better than doing weights and machines with Adrian. Who knew exercising could be so much fun?).
4. I went to a Dr. and got some things taken care of that I've been putting off; also found out I have a vitamin D deficiency, so now I'm taking supplements for that. Is it making me happier and giving me more energy? Maybe.
5. I cut my hair (again) - this time really layered, so that I rarely wear it up anymore. I bought a curling iron which I was using on a daily basis for a few months. First curling iron I ever owned!
6. Adrian and I have been inviting people over somewhat more often. I seem to have a little more interest and energy for people/socialization than I used to.
Not sure what's coming up next in my life, but I've decided that "Change is inevitable, and sometimes it's good" - I don't remember where I read that. I've been enjoying these new (though still moderate) changes that I've made over the last year, and I feel like maybe this sudden change towards change means I'm building up to something. Not sure what it is, but I'm optimistic about my direction.
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