One thing I know for certain about writing is that if you're waiting around for something interesting to happen, you could be waiting an awfully long time.  Sometimes you need to find the interesting in the everyday.  Also, in doing this, you just might alter your own perception into taking an active interest in your own reality.  What a wonderfully healthy and fulfilling concept.

My current everyday reality rests largely in figuring out what I'm going to be when I grow up.  Or rather how to make what I want manifest.  I have gotten some great leads, filled out several profiles, and sent a number of proposals and cover letters.  I'm helping out a friend with her social media marketing, which is allowing me to gain some real experience in such things.

Also, for the first time ever, I am house-sitting for a stranger.  This is a soft-pitch starter job as the lady of the house and I have many close mutual friends and the dogs that are in my charge for the next few days are as friendly and well behaved as you could please.  I'll even forgive Prince Charming for the good morning kiss.  My fault for sleeping so close to the edge at his face level, I suppose.

Ready or not, I leave for New Zealand at the first of the year.  I am so excited.  I am so anxious.  I am grateful and curious and scared.  It will be amazing.

On a Facebook post I asked my friends to suggest a blog entry topic.  The most responses came from a request to write about my name.  The how and why of making what had been merely a nickname into my full legal identity.  So that's coming.  I'll need a quiet mind to write that one.  It's a simple story with a complicated emotional undertow.  It's a good challenge.