This week has been relatively uneventful (there ya go, Megg—reel ‘em in!).
To feel like I’m moving toward profit procurement as I wait to hear back from an agent about my book proposal, I’ve been doing things like studying Google Analytics and trying to figure out why people are signing up for a blog that I haven’t worked on since 2013.
But, between terribly produced Google training videos (Google’s budget must be tight) and cooking lots of leftovers that I scrounge from anybody, I have found five things that you need to know about! Wow! Exciting!

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I did not know who I was when I first left to go traveling. I was twenty-five.

I also do not know now. I am thirty-one.

Now, I am also leaving to go travel. Back to Portland before I wind my way across the country to end up, surprisingly, where I stand right now—Georgia.

I look back on the sixteen months begun in 2013, drifting through fifty-two cities, doing things, meeting people, learning skills like farming or construction . . . and I can’t say I know what it was for.

It seems a sort of glowing light, a hallowed path stringing me along to leave me finally on the other side, without answers.
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It’s the first week on January and ohhhh goals are so hard! I didn’t even set any goals this year, it’s last year’s hangers-on that are after me.

And they should be after me, because I set them two weeks ago and immediately fell off the goal wagon. It was Christmas, there was a visitor, there was travel . . . I’m giving me a break. Kind of (stop yelling at me, brain!).

I’m back to life that isn’t mostly eating, drinking, and merrymaking, so that means remembering how to behave as a non-paid professional.

Non-paid professional—it’s like the worst game of dress-up.

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Remember that time I was trying to do something on a consistent weekly basis? I lasted seven weeks, but . . .

Here I am, trying again! That’s nice, that’s good.

Every once in awhile I get this wild hair saying, “Hey Megg, you should be consistent about things sometimes!”

It’s a pretty crazy thought, I know, but I’m going to give it a go again.

A friend recently told me that he’s going “off-romance” for a year. He’s trying to clean up some emotional habits and addictions, so no dating, no innocent kisses, no porn, no masturbating.

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I was just messing around in the kitchen, making fun of myself for something out loud, when I thought,

“If you pretend you’re going crazy for an audience of zero, does it mean you’re maybe actually going crazy?”

Then, I thought, “that was kind of a funny thought.”

But then, I thought, “Wait . . . I actually just had that thought.”

I tell myself that the initial thought crossed my mind only as a sardonic way to make fun of myself for making fun of myself. I mean, just because I’m alone doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try to make someone (me) smile.

But I did have to wonder: would I think such things if I didn’t spend 96% of my time alone?

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What do I write about!? Time lately spent rebooting my blog formatting has caused me to revisit the past year’s posts and I don’t want to make this one about complaints. There’s been enough of that. Nor do I want to talk about distraction—enough of that, too.

(If you’re counting, I’m sorry. Kind of.)

But what else is there in my world?!

I’m kidding. I’m kidding . . . but also, I think I did hear that question lightly posed in my mind. Is that who I am? Is Negative Nancy rocking my house?

There’s something easy about sitting in front of this computer and writing things out to a faceless audience. I let my guard down. I think (for some reason) that I can get away with complaining, and that instead of adding negativity to the universe, I’m attracting commiseration and letting other sufferers know they’re not alone.

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