I feel politically endowed somehow, with this official badge:
Yes, I did.
Spelling it out:
This Christmas, everything I'm giving (including my holiday cards) will be completely handmade. Given the state of most of our bank accounts to daily expenses ratio, plus the fact that I know so many artists/writers/crafters/bakers/thing-makers, this seems to be the absolute best way to get into my usual holiday fervor with nothing but construction stress (and what's a few lost sleep hours to way-too-much spent cash?).
All that said, I still have an Amazon wishlist, and there are absolutely books that I desperately, hopelessly, endlessly want for my own.
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Since my last, somewhat embarrassing and manic post about all the wonderful new things I'm doing in the place of the things I should be doing, I need to appease my ego by announcing that I have successfully sent off my first-ever submission to a residency. Hurray! I am now in the full throes of GRE study, which is proven to be a slow but somewhat painful process while I'm reminding myself of math that I have never, not once, in any capacity had to employ outside of my high school classroom. My brain feels kind of like a plucked chicken.
Undergoing such a futile process can cause me to tumble into discouragement, and so I offer the following excerpt that's been the proverbial light at the end of this muddled tunnel:
Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.
--David Whyte
To the library!
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