Cake Month, Yet Again
Aug. 6th, 2021 06:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kadooreI'll be 35 at the end of this month, which means we shall be baking cakes. I've been doing Cake Month since we moved to Tucson over ten years ago and, while I haven't always succeeded in actually baking a cake every weekend, it's still a sweet way to celebrate an otherwise intolerably hot and holiday-void month. Also sometimes (often) my actual birthday gets lost to other things or I'm too depressed to try (less of a problem now that I'm medicated, but) so just having some cake all month long makes an otherwise somewhat difficult occasion more fun.
Plus, when I used to work in an office, it was a great way to confuse people. "Why is there cake again? WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY JUST TELL US."
35, though. That's a number, huh. I remember hitting 30 and thinking I wouldn't actually feel old until I was 35. And now that's coming up and yeah, still don't feel old. Despite all those geriatric millennial memes.
Birth months are a good time to take stock, though, and 35 feels significant. I don't think it's quite time for a midlife crisis, but I might as well get ready, eh?
I honestly never thought I'd have hit most of my dreams by now. Which, to be honest, was mostly becoming a published author. ^^() On top of that, finding this peer group of other authors and enthusiastic readers has been a dream I didn't even know I desperately needed.
Becoming a parent was a later dream in life, but, as I'm learning, those are just as important.
And now, after my dream of moving around and seeing the country has changed to never fucking moving again, we have our maybe-not-quite-forever-but-at-least-we-won't-be-moving-anytime-soon home.
It's all been a bit overshadowed by the fact that there's a FUCKING PANDEMIC and our governor is a FUCKING ASSWIPE, but. You know.
There is one dream I still want to work towards, and that's becoming so strong that I'm as physically imposing as I am intellectually (or at least, as I think I am, lol). Ever since I discovered they were a thing, I've wanted to compete in strongwoman competitions. I was briefly on my way to getting strong enough when I got pregnant, and then life's just been life-ing ever since.
So I've reached out to a local strength gym to get the ball moving again. I'm not as strong as I used to be and my time is even more constrained, but I'm not going to keep putting it off. My goal is to be able to compete by the time I'm 40, if not before that - strongwoman competitions are still new/niche enough that folks can compete with little experience.
And on top of that, maybe I can start to meet other strong ladies/folks in the community. Could I get to hang out with book nerds AND barbell geeks?? I'm kinda excited that this particular gym is expressly inclusive and headed by a woman - so many strength gyms are dudebro places that spout libertarian nonsense (cough crossfit cough). I'm hopeful? I'm hopeful.
So here's to Cake Month, to getting swole, to as many years as I can cram into this mortal life, and to - of course - continuing to be a published author and write books. <3
Plus, when I used to work in an office, it was a great way to confuse people. "Why is there cake again? WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY JUST TELL US."
35, though. That's a number, huh. I remember hitting 30 and thinking I wouldn't actually feel old until I was 35. And now that's coming up and yeah, still don't feel old. Despite all those geriatric millennial memes.
Birth months are a good time to take stock, though, and 35 feels significant. I don't think it's quite time for a midlife crisis, but I might as well get ready, eh?
I honestly never thought I'd have hit most of my dreams by now. Which, to be honest, was mostly becoming a published author. ^^() On top of that, finding this peer group of other authors and enthusiastic readers has been a dream I didn't even know I desperately needed.
Becoming a parent was a later dream in life, but, as I'm learning, those are just as important.
And now, after my dream of moving around and seeing the country has changed to never fucking moving again, we have our maybe-not-quite-forever-but-at-least-we-won't-be-moving-anytime-soon home.
It's all been a bit overshadowed by the fact that there's a FUCKING PANDEMIC and our governor is a FUCKING ASSWIPE, but. You know.
There is one dream I still want to work towards, and that's becoming so strong that I'm as physically imposing as I am intellectually (or at least, as I think I am, lol). Ever since I discovered they were a thing, I've wanted to compete in strongwoman competitions. I was briefly on my way to getting strong enough when I got pregnant, and then life's just been life-ing ever since.
So I've reached out to a local strength gym to get the ball moving again. I'm not as strong as I used to be and my time is even more constrained, but I'm not going to keep putting it off. My goal is to be able to compete by the time I'm 40, if not before that - strongwoman competitions are still new/niche enough that folks can compete with little experience.
And on top of that, maybe I can start to meet other strong ladies/folks in the community. Could I get to hang out with book nerds AND barbell geeks?? I'm kinda excited that this particular gym is expressly inclusive and headed by a woman - so many strength gyms are dudebro places that spout libertarian nonsense (cough crossfit cough). I'm hopeful? I'm hopeful.
So here's to Cake Month, to getting swole, to as many years as I can cram into this mortal life, and to - of course - continuing to be a published author and write books. <3
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Date: 2021-08-06 10:47 am (UTC)