I have also made plans to become a prize fisherman. The world is changing, my friends....and I am changing with it.
I really don't have much to blog about this week, since moving up north. I haven't run into any mysterious and devastatingly attractive woodsman while walking in the forest at twilight. I haven't had a dangerous-yet-exhilarating run-in with a bear yet (though that has happened before, when I last lived here). I haven't gotten into any dramatic fights with my parents, or rowed my canoe across the lake during the pouring rain, or had a mystical moment with a wolf under the moon.
In short, I haven't done any of the things I said I was going to do when I decided to move up here.
It's been pretty quiet around here. Beautiful, relaxing, incredibly fulfilling, but...kind of boring. I was trying to explain it to Katy the other day - I'm doing everything that's really important to me. I'm training for an new challenge, I'm building my business(s), I'm writing (I'm writing! I'm WRITING! More on that later), I've started doing this form of spiritual study (I don't wanna talk about it yet), and I'm spending time in the forest, on the lake, under the stars.
But there's also this little part of me that is a little scared I'm going to lose all my social skills, by being up here. Like I'm going to turn into Nell and end up wandering the forest alone, in an old house dress and a pair of Uggs and my hair in matted, messy braids. I've gone out once since I've been here - to see the Festival Director of the Chequamegon Fat Tire, Gary Crandall, speak...which was super fun and entertaining but I also went with my mom and the room was filled with people at least 20 years older than me - and to be honest, I think I've lost the mood to really go out. Going out means taking time from writing. And I'd rather save that for when my friends come up to visit (so come and visit, jerks!). Also, let us not talk about dating...it makes thee sad.
But fear not, dear readers, that I'm about to lose my cool. I'm not. There's the internet, and the pimped out cable package over at my parents house, and today Daniel comes home (!). If anything, this is going to be a return to the Spooner days, when I used to post, like, 2 to 3 times a day, and depended on all of you for my social interaction.
So congratulations. You are now all an integral part of my life. Please tell me the news of the outside world. What are the new slang words that the cool kids are using these days? Have we started a colony on Mars yet? What's the deal with that Bieber kid now? When's the new season of Oprah gonna come on? Have you guys heard about that new show, Glee? It looks good, right?
Oh! And because I would like to make a living up in the forest without having to get up on the pole at Phipps, you should think about going to this, because they gave me a code for off ("RIPLEY") of tickets to share with you and all your friends. I always said I was going to sell out, you guys! And it's here, the day has come, it's finally happened.
In short, I haven't done any of the things I said I was going to do when I decided to move up here.
It's been pretty quiet around here. Beautiful, relaxing, incredibly fulfilling, but...kind of boring. I was trying to explain it to Katy the other day - I'm doing everything that's really important to me. I'm training for an new challenge, I'm building my business(s), I'm writing (I'm writing! I'm WRITING! More on that later), I've started doing this form of spiritual study (I don't wanna talk about it yet), and I'm spending time in the forest, on the lake, under the stars.
But there's also this little part of me that is a little scared I'm going to lose all my social skills, by being up here. Like I'm going to turn into Nell and end up wandering the forest alone, in an old house dress and a pair of Uggs and my hair in matted, messy braids. I've gone out once since I've been here - to see the Festival Director of the Chequamegon Fat Tire, Gary Crandall, speak...which was super fun and entertaining but I also went with my mom and the room was filled with people at least 20 years older than me - and to be honest, I think I've lost the mood to really go out. Going out means taking time from writing. And I'd rather save that for when my friends come up to visit (so come and visit, jerks!). Also, let us not talk about dating...it makes thee sad.
But fear not, dear readers, that I'm about to lose my cool. I'm not. There's the internet, and the pimped out cable package over at my parents house, and today Daniel comes home (!). If anything, this is going to be a return to the Spooner days, when I used to post, like, 2 to 3 times a day, and depended on all of you for my social interaction.
So congratulations. You are now all an integral part of my life. Please tell me the news of the outside world. What are the new slang words that the cool kids are using these days? Have we started a colony on Mars yet? What's the deal with that Bieber kid now? When's the new season of Oprah gonna come on? Have you guys heard about that new show, Glee? It looks good, right?
Oh! And because I would like to make a living up in the forest without having to get up on the pole at Phipps, you should think about going to this, because they gave me a code for off ("RIPLEY") of tickets to share with you and all your friends. I always said I was going to sell out, you guys! And it's here, the day has come, it's finally happened.
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