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Update: 5 Things On The 5th (April 2019)

Well, I'm 31, and to be honest it doesn't feel much different than 30.

The main difference is that I'm feeling an increased urgency to do something. Not because I've peaked, not because I'm getting older, but just this note of okay, no more games. I always say all the time that "nothing's gonna hold me back," that I'm going to make my way forward the best way I know how. This year, I want to strive to actually make that true, as derpy as it sounds. I don't really have a choice otherwise.

To that effect:

  1. I started the long and tiring process of moving. At the moment I literally don't have enough work clothes at my house because they are all at Mikkun's. Perhaps I should have rethought that part. As we clean and make other adjustments, more of my belongings are being moved in. I shut the door to my room for the first time Sunday and it honestly felt like my space. That is something I've been working toward, and I'm glad I'm finally here.
  2. Combined with that, we ripped out most of the shelves in the back pantry, and we will be redoing them so that books and other media can go back there. (The house has three pantries. We don't need that many.) It took fifteen shelves, one dead mouse, and two days, but we got it looking so much better, and it's proof to me that we can do this.
  3. After years, I finally went to an open mic again. I didn't get to perform, and I don't know when I will be able to go back, but it was a lot of fun and I want to try my hand at performing again.
  4. This might not seem like much, but I got a new con bag. It has space for all of my silly anime pins and stuff, so I'll be able to take it to Matsuricon and utilize it well.
  5. Not too much information, but I was invited to help write music for something. It felt good to be on deadline again, writing something using whatever tools I had. There was one point I was trying to use Mikkun's computer and his DAW to create, and it was fun for us to do that together. I want to work toward more opportunities like that.
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