I’m a hyper-responsible person pretty much by nature. It’s just how I am. I’ve been keeping a low profile for awhile now, because it was getting embarrassing— I was president of this and founder of that and it looked a lot more like I was mounting an offensive for world domination than I was comfortable with. Also, if you’re capable, you get stuck in some roles, long term, and you end up with not enough time to live your life.
I’m reading a few books right now, which is an improvement. I went for several months this year reading almost nothing. I go through stretches like this— this last one was when I was working like crazy and Grey Area Guy and I were turned up to 11 and mom was in and out of the hospital and I had other things on fire in my days. I’d have to say my head was too noisy to follow most books, so I didn’t.
Some more things I’ve noticed on Arbonne.
My skin seems clearer. I don’t have massive skin problems, but during stressful times or hormonal times, it’s not unusual for me to be battling a blemish. I’m not, currently, though I had a less obtrusive than usual one last week. It might be unrelated, but it dawned on me yesterday.
When I was a kid and we’d take road trips, we had a family joke that my dad’s Jeep Wagoneer liked only to drive west— we’d head east and have car trouble. Sometimes “rebuild the engine”-level trouble. It was a thing that happened once or twice, and we drove east many times, but it made an impression.
I went, recently, to hear storytellers. This is a cool thing that one of my friends does. She lives an hour or so away, more like two in rush hour on a weeknight, but I’ve gone up twice to her town to see these storytellers do their thing at a funky, artisanal distillery near her house.
They’ve done variations on princess stories, both times, and I’m spellbound the whole time. This second time, I noticed some things about delivery that made me want to get to the bottom of what made them good.
I went, Saturday, to see one of my all-time favorite bands for the first time in concert. Tears for Fears is currently touring with Hall & Oates, and I finally did something about seeing them. I admit that they were emo before emo was a thing, but I love them. Starting with “Shout” and through the early 90s (their “Elemental” album, which I love), their blend of articulate, self-aware, social-justice-inclined music is very much at the heart of my taste in rock music, particularly. I love U2, I love Tears for Fears, throw in a little Pat Benetar, some Tracy Chapman from that era and I’m a happy girl. I like other kinds of music, but this plus some Pearl Jam, Peter Gabriel, Rush, Sting and REM is the where it started for me.
So, I sing in the choir at church. It’s taken a lot of twists and turns over the seven years I’ve done it— it started out as a youth choir, then it was a praise & worship band, then it was one guy and a guitar and me, and over the last year, it was that guy, the new leader (an alto who plays guitar) and me and one other soprano. He left a few months ago, another woman plays piano with us sometimes.