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May. 5th, 2003 06:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katallisonDear me. I seem to be doing memes lately, and this one is likely more boring than usual.
20 years ago:
29 years old. Back in Minnesota, after three years in San Francisco and Santa Cruz. Working dumb temp jobs and struggling to finish my senior thesis so I can finally get my freakin' BA from UCSC, after thirteen years of being an undergrad. Living with S., in the centipede-infested basement of his grandmother's house. Looking forward to entering a Masters program in Urban Planning in the fall.
15 years ago:
34 years old. My mother died the previous year, I'm in the middle of breaking up with S. and moving out of the house we bought together. Dropped out of my Masters program three years earlier, and am working at an insane community-development job that I hate in a dangerous neighborhood, thinking about taking out a permit to carry a firearm, having a completely pointless affair, and drinking way too much. The Siamese kitten that S. and I acquired goes with me in the move.
10 years ago:
39 years old. Have left the insane job and ended the affair, have just moved into the duplex I still live in, and am in my first year of a Masters program in counseling psychology. Have started a relationship with P., with whom I'm still involved today. Have big plans to finish degree, move to a small town in southeastern Minnesota, buy a 5-10 acre farm, garden, raise animals, work as a therapist/teacher. The Siamese kitten is now a full-grown and very annoying cat.
5 years ago:
44 years old. Have basically abandoned the PhD program in counseling psych to which I was admitted after finishing my Masters, although it will take a while for me to admit this. Have also abandoned the idea of being a therapist, and have taken the academic advising job I still hold. Have decided I may be a little too old and creaky for the 5-10 acre farm concept, at least on my own. Have discovered fanfiction, and slash, and spend way too much time reading enormous amounts when I should be working. Published my first story a few months earlier, was shocked to have it well-received. Am in the middle of writing more stuff. Have also just attended my first-ever slash con (Connexions), met Anna and torch and Shoshanna, am starting to tentatively feel like I have a place in this amazing new world. Have vowed I will never do anything as egomaniacal as having my own webpage (heh). Am still an XF monofan (though not for much longer, having seen some HL vids at Connexions. Heh, again.). The Siamese cat has developed a specialization in puking in inconvenient places, and is causing me much aggravation.
3 years ago:
47 years old. Have fallen madly in love with dS, and am struggling to finish my first dS story (Roots Rain). Am madly in love with fandom, making friends, joining lists with reckless abandon. Have set up my own webpage. Am deeply engrossed in learning HTML and CSS and stuff, trying to master computers, creating all kinds of web-based services at my job.
One year ago:
48 years old. Am struggling with some desperation to finish the story that will eventually be posted as End of the Road. Feel a nervous suspicion that I may never actually be able to *finish* a story again. Am begining to feel disenchanted with my job.
The day before yesterday:
Um, that was Saturday, right? Hid out in my house, poked at new story, refrained from drinking too much, went to CompUSA and yearned after glossy new computers, pondered vid ideas, had P. over for dinner. Still grieving over giving the final "no" to potential job in Seattle area. Have decided I need to start getting myself in shape to look for work that doesn't involve spending most of my time with 18-to-21-year-olds.
Yesterday:
Long wonderful visit with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lapillus, finished a new short dS story (to my considerable surprise) and sent it off to betas.
Today:
Work work work, meetings, chilly grey drizzly weather, home now and swilling red wine.
Tomorrow:
Must phone the vet to talk about whether this is the time to think about euthanizing the Siamese cat, who's tottery and ancient and emaciated and whose kidneys are giving out on her. Not a call I want to make. Will watch Buffy, will probably drink, will maybe add a sentence or two to the WIP, will wait from word from the betas.
20 years ago:
29 years old. Back in Minnesota, after three years in San Francisco and Santa Cruz. Working dumb temp jobs and struggling to finish my senior thesis so I can finally get my freakin' BA from UCSC, after thirteen years of being an undergrad. Living with S., in the centipede-infested basement of his grandmother's house. Looking forward to entering a Masters program in Urban Planning in the fall.
15 years ago:
34 years old. My mother died the previous year, I'm in the middle of breaking up with S. and moving out of the house we bought together. Dropped out of my Masters program three years earlier, and am working at an insane community-development job that I hate in a dangerous neighborhood, thinking about taking out a permit to carry a firearm, having a completely pointless affair, and drinking way too much. The Siamese kitten that S. and I acquired goes with me in the move.
10 years ago:
39 years old. Have left the insane job and ended the affair, have just moved into the duplex I still live in, and am in my first year of a Masters program in counseling psychology. Have started a relationship with P., with whom I'm still involved today. Have big plans to finish degree, move to a small town in southeastern Minnesota, buy a 5-10 acre farm, garden, raise animals, work as a therapist/teacher. The Siamese kitten is now a full-grown and very annoying cat.
5 years ago:
44 years old. Have basically abandoned the PhD program in counseling psych to which I was admitted after finishing my Masters, although it will take a while for me to admit this. Have also abandoned the idea of being a therapist, and have taken the academic advising job I still hold. Have decided I may be a little too old and creaky for the 5-10 acre farm concept, at least on my own. Have discovered fanfiction, and slash, and spend way too much time reading enormous amounts when I should be working. Published my first story a few months earlier, was shocked to have it well-received. Am in the middle of writing more stuff. Have also just attended my first-ever slash con (Connexions), met Anna and torch and Shoshanna, am starting to tentatively feel like I have a place in this amazing new world. Have vowed I will never do anything as egomaniacal as having my own webpage (heh). Am still an XF monofan (though not for much longer, having seen some HL vids at Connexions. Heh, again.). The Siamese cat has developed a specialization in puking in inconvenient places, and is causing me much aggravation.
3 years ago:
47 years old. Have fallen madly in love with dS, and am struggling to finish my first dS story (Roots Rain). Am madly in love with fandom, making friends, joining lists with reckless abandon. Have set up my own webpage. Am deeply engrossed in learning HTML and CSS and stuff, trying to master computers, creating all kinds of web-based services at my job.
One year ago:
48 years old. Am struggling with some desperation to finish the story that will eventually be posted as End of the Road. Feel a nervous suspicion that I may never actually be able to *finish* a story again. Am begining to feel disenchanted with my job.
The day before yesterday:
Um, that was Saturday, right? Hid out in my house, poked at new story, refrained from drinking too much, went to CompUSA and yearned after glossy new computers, pondered vid ideas, had P. over for dinner. Still grieving over giving the final "no" to potential job in Seattle area. Have decided I need to start getting myself in shape to look for work that doesn't involve spending most of my time with 18-to-21-year-olds.
Yesterday:
Long wonderful visit with
lapillus, finished a new short dS story (to my considerable surprise) and sent it off to betas.Today:
Work work work, meetings, chilly grey drizzly weather, home now and swilling red wine.
Tomorrow:
Must phone the vet to talk about whether this is the time to think about euthanizing the Siamese cat, who's tottery and ancient and emaciated and whose kidneys are giving out on her. Not a call I want to make. Will watch Buffy, will probably drink, will maybe add a sentence or two to the WIP, will wait from word from the betas.
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