Noob

On the importance of just effing winging it

I have no idea what I’m doing. No, that’s not true. I do know what I’m doing. I used to run an extremely successful Yahoo blog (remember those?) way back before Yahoo got into the habit of deleting things just because they could. I had an unusually high number of followers who were very interested in my observations on dealing with a narcissistic parent and teaching myself how to cook and the daily ins and outs of being single in my 20s and having no safety net as I’d gone no contact with my family.

But… thirty years have passed since then. My beloved orange baby Cami-Sama has long ago crossed the rainbow bridge and his last kitten is quite elderly now as well. I’ve married, had children, made new friends lost old ones. Left the job I loved because it was moving to a state who’s politics I did not care for… only to now have those politics thrust upon me at the federal level.

And I’m still making art and writing fan fiction and embroidering and all the things I learned I love when I had to find myself.

I still get called a psudo intellectual for having opinions and an idiot for pointing out the flaws in people’s logic and all the other weird things that made me scratch my head back then.

I now work running a craft store which is like a full 180 from my old job and I genuinely love it most of the time. And the rest of the time it’s peak season. More on that later.

I guess this is just going to be what the old blog was. The ramblings of a mad goat.