It's tough to be bummed out when it is someone's birthday. I drank some honey wine tonight and bowled (terribly). But this space is about writing.
I spent most of today trying to make something of a birthday happen, not writing. I did call two universities to clarify some requirements, and I made some adjustments to my manuscripts and statements as a result. I also finished requesting transcripts from Portland Community College (I took Environmental Science perspectives in Biology back in 1993). All that's left (transcript-wise) is Rio Salado and this last semester of astronomy.
I also made tiramisu and finished a sock, but that's neither here nor there. And I watched a great episode of Nature at pbs.org on Cuba. Man I want to go to Cuba. They have the world's smallest hummingbird AND the world's smallest bat. And the Cuban crocodile.
AND I received a book in the mail from a fellow writer, and I am really excited to read some of it tomorrow on the bus for #FridayReads.
Finally, my Utah essay was already turned down by the journal I submitted it to on Sunday or Monday, whenever it was. And @cnfonline retweeted THREE of my tweets from the last week. Look, I'll take what I can get.
Happiness is a mindset, a state of mind. My debt is really depressing. My commute and day job suck. But there are good things. I mean for years something was wrong and I didn't know what--I had no long term plan, no ultimate goal. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I have somewhat of a handle on what I want and need. These are good things, even if I can't quite envision all of the steps to get there just yet..
As far as things I have accomplished in the last year, here are three:
1. I finished a half marathon.
2. I was published in McSweeney's Internet, Sea Stories, VenusZine, and The Rumpus.
3. I paid off my car (year and a half early).
That's not nothing. Everything's a process and it'll all turn out in the end.
I really want to go to school next fall, though. Really. I hope someone will take a chance on me.