Sometime early this year – winter, most likely, when I was stir-crazy with cabin fever – I had a very weird night of prayer. I basically told God, “Okay, look. I need something to happen, but something GOOD this time and not something that’s just going to be drastic and unwanted and make me spaz. Things gotta change here. Let’s say by…October. Deal? I don’t know how this is a deal exactly, but can ya do that for me?” And in that moment, I felt a very weird but familiar calm as an answer.
I kind of forgot about this through the spring and summer, which were nice and pleasant but not particularly exciting.
Then, mid July, through a series of “Don’t tell me what I won’t do!” moves combined with my obsessive need to prove I’m right, I took a friend’s challenge and signed up semi-incognito for Match.com. (At this point you’re thinking this post is going in a different direction, but stay with me, because this is only a minor point.) Hilarity ensued, and I very much proved my point that my options around here are terrifying at worst, sad at best. …I might have made a collage of pictures from the worst candidates. And yes, that might seem mean, but seriously, men – you can do better than taking selfies in your bathroom mirror when the toilet seat’s up behind you.
I told my friend that I would willingly go on 3 dates to “take this more seriously.” Dates #1 and #2 were fine but further convinced me that I’m pretty much dead inside. Then I remembered a guy I’d talked to earlier about movies – literally that was all we talked about, and if you know me you know that’s kind of enough. So I agreed to meet date #3 at one of my favorite breweries with the idea of “Hey, at least I get to drink, and we’ll probably talk about movies.” About 10 minutes in, I found myself thinking, “Damn it, I like this one.”
So, my friend who sent me to Match in the first place became a big I-Told-You-So as I subsequently began to spend more and more time with Date #3.
Then around September, my apartment complex informed me that my lease was up in October and that my rent was going up by over $100 every month. THIS finally reminded me of that prayer/deal God and I had made, and I might have gone, “What the hell?!” However, since my brother also was looking for a new place, we decided to gather our eggs ($$) and get a place together, somewhere more downtown and bigger and cooler. This meant spending hours and hours house-hunting and planning and finally actually moving.
Through all this, I tried to keep up at least with my reading and reviewing. I managed okay, but quite frankly WRITING was the thing that got put on time-out. I flat out just didn’t have time to write anything other than the occasional review – no blogging and definitely no novel…ing.
So, for those who’ve been wondering why I haven’t blogged in forever, the sum-ups in bold above are why. For those who’ve asked how my 4th novel is coming along and then wondered why I respond with “meh,” the sum-ups in bold above explains how it’s coming along – it’s not. (And for those of you in real life who haven’t seen much of me in the past few months, I promise things will calm down now that I’m living out of only one location. And maybe I’ll finally let ya meet Date #3.)
It’s October. (Okay, it’s a few days into October, but 10/10 has a nice symmetry to it.) As I sit here typing out this blog in my new little office nook, I’m pretty happy with where October has brought me. This is DEFINITELY a lot of change from where I was last winter. And it’s all pretty good. I really should have known better than to give God any kind of challenge, because obviously He thinks He’s funny and enjoys throwing me for a loop – kind of like how telling a certain someone “You’re not going to circle around and around in the roundabout, are you?” means that of course he’s going to drive around and around in the roundabout.
Anyway, it’s October and I’m settling down again to play with all these new life changes. I also hope to get back to the one constant activity that I’ve missed and finish this stinkin’ book series.