Try New Things

I spent a lot of time being afraid to fail. It has held me back from doing a lot of things I’ve wanted to try.

I feel like I wasted most of my twenties and now that I’m 31 (it was so hard to type that. How am I 31? How?!) I don’t want to waste any more time* so I am pushing myself to learn new things, or get better at things I am just okay at.  And because I like lists, here is a list of some of those things.

In no particular order.

  • Cooking.  I can cook a few things. Enough to get by, but I don’t want to just get by. I want to have a big ass binder full of recipes I know I can crush, even if I am the only one to really try them because my family isn’t big on new foods.
  • Baking. I can bake.

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See? But I want to be better. I want to try recipes that I’ve pushed aside because they look too intimidating.

  • Cross Stitching. I’ve recently gotten into this so I still have my n00b status. I want to be better.
  • Photography. Again, something I’ve always done but the technical side is also very technical and I could never sit and really wrap my brain around it.
  • Writing. Always want to be better.
  • Crocheting/Knitting. I don’t know which one I will take up. Also, I feel like I’m making my Become An Old Lady list.
  • Origami. I made my first of 1000 paper cranes last week. Only 999 more to go.

Thus ends my list, so far. I may add to it. I may make another one when I am 32 (gulp). Maybe if I blog about it I will actually be more inclined to do it. Or I may just get sucked into the dark abyss that is the internet and forget all about trying new things.

Who knows?

Be kind, and try something new.

n00b out.

*I shall still be very proficient in wasting time. I like the internet too much.

Introduction

I grew up solving mysteries with a girl named Nancy. I spent nights on Fear Street and days in Stoneybrook. I spent junior high with a couple friends in Sweet Valley. I danced with Sandy and Danny and then I carried a watermelon. I got on the Hogwarts Express as an adult and frequently travel through time in a little blue box with a man whose face changes. I caught on fire in Panem and haven’t stopped burning since. I’m cracked spines, bent pages, and cups of tea.

These are my ramblings.

See you between the pages.

S.