Moving On to Happier Things…

I know I’ve been writing about sad things too much too fast, lately. I resolve to stop. Many things might have gone wrong for me, but many things also went right. For instance, late 2011 and 2012, no matter that it isn’t even mid-year yet, have been very busy years for me. I did many things for the first time, met new people, flew to new places, and even learned to cook! (Humor me, what it is that I do would have to pass for cooking, okay? Because though I’m well aware frying canned goods doesn’t qualify as cooking for most people, I learned to do this without any untoward accidents really late in life–and I don’t even need scrubs for women anymore now!) I’ve been very remiss with the storytelling, but really, I have loads to tell. Shopping stories won’t be among them though because the only time I shopped at all were in Cologne and Hamburg and those don’t count. I was freezing—the jacket and the wedge DMs were necessary for survival.

From now on, I shall try even harder not to get mired in depression. I shall grab a book whenever I feel the urge to mope, or take my camera and go for a walk.

I may try to repaint the walls—but I’ll leave this for last. Only the very mad and the very masochistic will take on a repaint job all by herself.

In the meantime, next week to be precise, I shall teach myself Spanish. This should be easy; a considerable portion of the Bisaya lexicon is either Spanish-rooted or still very much Spanish even to this day. I plan to use a downloadable course so I can learn while I’m stuck in traffic, for instance, or while waiting for water to boil. Should be very handy, methinks. I can’t wait!