Tangled Grrl

I'm supposed to be getting ready to go to bed. I have to get up early and deal with the rental car that is the fall out of the destroyed tire that was 2019's parting gift to me. Instead I was struck with inspiration. Inspiration always wins out over common sense. I'm not a resolutions type of person. I fall flat in a matter of hours with those stupid things. It feels too much like someone else telling me what to do even though I'm the one who made them. And as soon as I feel too restricted I feel an overwhelming urge to rebel. Also resolutions always feel typical. Sure I could stand to lose weight - but that's not something I'm overly interested in doing. And if people don't want to be around me because I have too many chins or extra rolls around my middle they aren't exactly the type of person I really want to be associated with anyway. I'm a thematic person. I like the idea of choosing a word of the year, or a theme. I'm pretty sure last ye...

I don't subscribe much to New Years Resolutions. I'm a bigger fan of a word of the year, or a theme I pick for myself. I've done themes like being Furiously Happy or New Adventures. Those have always worked so much better for me. This year I'm using the word Possibility. I've made so many changes in my life in the last two years that I sometimes get sucked into things without considering, or looking for, new possibilities. This year is all about keeping my eyes, and options, open. I've started doing some sample knits for designer friends of mine, I'm working on doing computer work from home and also intermittently still working as a contractor for a company I've been employed or contracted with for almost 7 years. I'm also keeping an eye out and an open mind regarding other avenues of income. Last year I got a tattoo that a friend of mine drew for me. It's a line drawing of mountains with the word Fearless. It's not meant to advertise that I ...

I have spent the last few years struggling with my health. I finally found out that most of my issues are because I have something called Hypermobility Syndrome. It means my collagen is faulty, which affects the entire rest of my body. Scientists and doctors are all still working on figuring out all of the details. I spent a lot of time sitting on my ass while feeling like crap. I also only ate food that was easily obtainable or that was cooked for me. I finally went to physical therapy at the end of 2016, which helped a ton. And I have tried really hard to be more active. Now that I'm moving around more, I decided that I need to start paying more attention to what I'm eating. I've done so much research into different diets and meal plans, etc. What I have figured out is that my GI symptoms seem to be exacerbated heavily by eating meat. So for the last few weeks I've been trying to be more conscious of my diet. And by diet, I simply mean the food I'm eating. I dec...

I haven't written anything on this blog for years. I think my biggest problem is that when I started writing this I set up guidelines. I had to write about knitting. It was supposed to be all about my needlecrafts. Unfortunately as soon as I'm told "NO!" I shut down or choose to do the exact opposite. So I didn't write anything because I had self imposed "NO!" when it came to writing about anything else. Seriously - it's such a bad habit that as a teenager my parents refused to tell me no. They would instead choose to remind me all choices have consequences. This was their way of saying no. Luckily it worked. I still post things about knitting, I just tend to use Twitter and Instagram. I feel like opening up the topics of my blog allows me to be more creative and allows for the flexibility I want. So I'm just going to write about whatever I want. That's the new direction. Hopefully now that I've given myself permission, I'll b...

I love New Years resolutions. Mostly I love breaking them. I don't know why. Probably because it makes me feel like I can be a rule breaker without any real consequences. Most years I make up a zillion and most never make it to midnight on New Years Day. This year I did away with all of that. My New Years resolution? Be Happy. That's it. No fanfare, no trying to fit into clothes that I wore in high school, no quitting smoking, no trying new things that scare me, etc. Just Be Happy. Or in the words of The Bloggess be Furiously Happy. I like to think I'm doing a good job of it. I got out of a destructive relationship. I cut off 14 inches of my hair and am donating it to Locks of Love (when I manage to get around to sending it that is). I cast on new projects that I want to make just for myself instead of feeling guilty for the 10 or so WIPs I already have going. I bought an overpriced purse that was on mega sale. I took on additional responsibilities at work. I stayed up A...