State of the Blog

birthday-08Only a few more days until 30 During 30 is over.

Which is a good and bad thing. Good because December is a lovely month. I am looking forward to my birthday, several events, and Christmas.

Bad, because let’s face it. I’m not going to make all the items on the 30 During 30 list.

*Scooby Doo Ruh Roh Voice*

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I just got busy this year. Which is also a good thing. I’ve wrote more this year, creatively, than I’ve wrote in my whole lifetime. I’m talking working on stories from 8am to 5pm, 7 days a week, and being frustrated that I couldn’t write more.

‘Cause if I’m honest, one of my biggest lifetime bucket list items is to write the best story I can write.

So, even though I kinda lost at 30 During 30, I’m still winning at other things.

And, I think this experiment is also a really good lesson…it’s hard to decide in Dec/Jan everything you want to try to do all year long. Although I didn’t pick outrageous and travel intense items this year, a lot of my schedule does center around my husband’s job and what we feel like doing when he’s off.

the_homework_debateMaking yourself do things, even things you things you wanna do, can feel like homework.

Take the AFI Passions list. I love movies. I watch a lot of movies anyways. I wanted to discover passionate and/or romantic movies I hadn’t seen before. And I did find a few great ones. However, the definition of passionate/romantic is different for other people, and I also found a lot of TERRIBLE ones, which turned the bucket list into a headache.

And, also, maybe I defined the list too strictly. When I listed “do more fanart” I meant painting. But the fan perler art and the fan photography I’ve been doing could also be considered “fanart”…and if that’s the case, I could have crossed it off the list months ago. But I just have preconceived notions of how I define the task.

Anyhow, I’m going to try and knock out a few more items, just to say I did.

Then, I guess this blog will magically turn into a “general” bucket list.

I haven’t decided what to do about the Instagram account…maybe turn it into a weekly update?

 

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Driving A Tractor

img_8054I am from rural, North GA. I describe myself as a farm girl. A sidelined Appalachian chick waiting to be re-released into the wild (aka her and her hubby finish their education/work contracts and move out of Middle GA).

I grew up in a town of about 3,000 people. I didn’t know everyone Andy Griffith Show style, but I did know everyone my own age. And my parents knew everyone their age, and my grandparents knew everyone their age…so when in doubt, if you named enough relatives to a stranger, eventually you’d list someone they had heard of…which might be a good or bad thing. It’s true that everyone is famous or infamous in a small town. And since life is a slower pace, rude and kind memories last forever.

Although everyone there is “country” in one form or another, it took me a while to fully understand the uniqueness of my childhood. In my hometown, nearly everyone’s grandparents were farmers in their youth. The differences in mine, they were still farming.

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It took me a while to realize, not everyone went to grandma’s house and fed chickens, cows, and turkeys. Got up hay and picked apples. Shelled peas and gathered up eggs. For a long time, I figured this was just a grandparent check-list. That it was something everyone “had”. Today, I’m still not sure why my grandparents kept farming, but I’m thankful they did. My memories there are an inseparable part of who I am.

img_9932Anyhow, the one experience of farm life I never tried: Tractor Driving. My grandpa had a 1970 Ford 3000 Tractor. It was old, it was expensive to repair. It wasn’t something, unlike a 4-wheeler, to be used for fun. I knew if I looked at the Tractor the wrong way and it broke, we were doomed (mostly because my grandpa could lament endlessly, something awful).

Although my uncle offered to let me drive it for this bucket list, the thought of “tearing it up” still drums up a childhood fear in me. It’s an antique!

So, my hubby and I opted to use my father-in-law’s Tractor, which is closer to an automatic. I didn’t do any farm work, but I did take them on a nice long ride around the yard. And I made myself proud. I know now, that if I ever needed or wanted to use a Tractor, it’s not something to fear.