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A Year of Something New

So, this year was the Year of Expression. I did a lot of knitting and made up some recipes (artistic expression). I didn't write as much as I wanted to, but I did my fair share. I'm perpetually working on my book - isn't everyone though? - and getting no where near close to having a concrete outline. There's still a lot of ideas floating around in my head that are needing to be written down somewhere. I'm a feign for lists. Ask anyone. I'll re-write them over and over again to get them perfect and then I quickly fold the list up and put in my pocket or in my bag. Then it inevitably gets tattered and worn and unreadable.

Anyway, I feel like I haven't expressed myself, heart and soul, in the ways that I wanted to. I have no problem expressing myself by way of word. I may be quiet in real life, but I do have something to say. My artistic expression could use some work. I really wanted to get into photography this year but the lack of funds and motivation just didn't give me the kick in the pants that I needed to do anything about it. Hopefully in the fall when I go back to school, I'll be able to sign up for a photography class. The perks of having a roommate with a digital SLR and manual SLR are starting to pay off in future dividends. Kind of like the farm stocks...but I digress.

For the year 2012, I declare it to be the Year of the Granola. Living in Portland, it'll be easy to embrace the free spirited-hippy loving way of things. Also, not having a car will have a hand in things as well. There'll be a lot of nature walking, yoga taking, mediation in the nature park activities. I'll probably even try a week of veganism...or maybe just 72 hours. I hear it's hard. Not that I'm a full on carnivore, I just like a good piece of chicken or fish at least once a week. I'll definitely give vegetarianism a try. I'm half way there a lot of the time. Except when I give in and go to Jack In the Box for a burger.

Anyway, I'll be getting in touch with my inner hippie. Have a discussion about Chacos and Birkenstocks and L.L. Bean and REI camping stuff. I'll read about pacifists and actual hippies. I already read about Woodstock, so if any of you know of a good book about hippies or that era or just anything granola-y, let me know.

so yeah...

Not much more to report on. I still don't have a job but the sun came out today, so my winter blues took the back seat while I took a lovely walk in the Tualatin Hills Nature Park. Seriously, it only needed the house made of gingerbread to make it seem like it was straight out of a fairy tale. And to add to the awesomeness of it all, the trail basically starts in my parking lot.



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