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Last night, I was sitting in front of my fireplace watching Queer Eye for the Straight Guy and their makeover victim was an 18-year-old homeschooler named Sean. You guys, Sean is a major weirdo. I know that’s mean but there’s no other way to put it. He’s so awkward and he doesn’t have any friends and it’s like you can smell the “outcast” on him.
So I’m sitting there watching this go down and I just start feeling uncomfortable. Because as most of you know, I was homeschooled. And I’ve spent most of my life feeling like everybody can smell the “outcast” on me and overcompensating for it in a lot of sad and semi-pathetic ways.
This story begins and ends with macrame (yes, the weird cotton knotted thing that hangs in bunches).
My best friend is helping me make a macrame hanging for my bedroom. The reason I need a macrame hanging for my bedroom is twofold: #1. I’m endlessly insecure about how not-cool my house is and what’s cooler than macrame, people?! #2. I need something for above my bed and since I’m endlessly terrified of the Big Earthquake coming to Portland, I need something that will land softly on my face as my entire house is sucked up by the earth.
This morning at 1:30am, I finished the 14th chapter of my memoir. I now have only four more chapters to write. I've been working on this project every Friday since January 2017 and the idea of finishing it makes me literally sick to my stomach with excitement.
In 2008, I started a blog about being in college. There was one post, titled "This is my first post"
In 2010, I started a blog that was going to be reviews of books. There was one post, titled "My first post, and why I hate Alice Sebold."
I was talking yesterday to a new friend, a woman who is in her first year of trying to drastically cut her spending in order to become financially independent so she can quit her job and be a full-time mom. We started talking about how hard it was to spend less. Specifically, how hard it was to drive old cars.
I want to buy a house in the next couple months and even though my partner and I are planning on getting married, we're not married yet. Should I buy the house alone or should he and I buy it together? I'm planning on putting down the entire down-payment.
The data shows that during a divorce, women are hit harder financially than men. Which is why it always surprises me that women are so opposed to prenups. Well, until I remember that throughout the history of the world, legal agreements have generally been used to disempower, cripple and impoverish women...then I guess it kinda' makes sense.
Last night, I was so upset that I left the house in tears.
I'd just gotten back from two intense back-to-back work trips. I had hours of client work that was overdue. I had found out that our remodel was about to go over budget. And we've been waiting on the results of a hopefully-not-scary medical test.
A few months ago, I got an email from a 26-year old real estate investor. She wanted to buy another property and she was also scared of stretching herself too thin or getting in over her head. She wanted my advice. And at the end of the email, she asked me this:
What do you do when you're scared of failure?
I just spent ten days in Hawaii.
And I learned that in Hawaii, all anyone can talk about is Sea Turtles.
Where are they? Turtle town? Where’s that? How far out? 100 meters?
How big? Oh, I saw bigger over at Makena beach. You shoulda’ been there. It was thick with turtles.
You see one?! Where? Point, show me! Where??? Is that it? I think I see it! No, nevermind that’s just a rock.