I didn’t like the last design, so I changed it. (Sorry for not giving advanced warning.) I’m also working on an additional blog, but it’s nowhere near ready for sharing. I’ve decided to focus more on my journey with autism on this blog, and the other will center on my creative interests. I’ll share the URL when I finish adding a bit of content. The new blog will include sharing what I’ve learned from my favorite authors, musicians, and artists. Stevie Nicks, J.K. Rowling, John Irving, Stephen King, and Brandon Sanderson, for example.
With M. gone, I caught myself gravitating back to coding marathons. I’ve spent enough of my life writing code in my free time. I’m ready to move on. I’m happier when I’m creating. While coding is creating, it’s a solitary endeavor that mainly takes place inside my head. Instead, I’d rather create music, art, and poetry with my hands, too. I also want to tell a story, but not as a written novel. (I’m too palilalia prone.) I want to engage as many senses as possible to make the telling of my story accurate to my imagining.
Stevie Nicks taught me the desire to create is something to embrace and build my life around. It doesn’t need to support me financially to be worthy of the center of my focus. Stevie Nicks stated more than once if she were a waitress or cleaning woman, she’d still be writing songs. There’s a connection between creativity and joy. (I very much want to confer with my AI and figure out a way to define it, but I’m going to practice my guitar later instead.)
I did try to figure out the killer bass riff in Charlie Puth’s song, Attention. Mission not accomplished. Yet. I like the song so much I keep enjoying it (singing it) instead of isolating the bass. Plus, it’s complex. When I do finally isolate it, my version will be simplified. I’ll be glad when I’m skilled enough to move up to a fretless 5 string electric bass. For now, I’m just amused at my audacity, considering my current skill level. I’m big on aiming high but keeping it real. It’ll definitely be previously owned.
Tomorrow I’m going to fill two big boxes with stuff I don’t want anymore. Then I’m going to take them to my underground parking space. Two boxes a day until I stop feeling overwhelmed by stuff. I’m going to put a sign on the boxes informing my neighbors they’re welcome to take what they want. I’ll leave it for a week, then whatever remains is going to the dump. The small business that comes to haul it away also sorts through for things that can be donated before dumping. Yay. I was their first customer and like their service.
I’m parting with most of my Star Wars memorabilia in this purge. It’s weird, but I’m not the least bit upset to see it go. I guess I’m done with Star Wars stuff. Heh. (If someone told me five years ago I would be throwing away most of my Star Wars stuff, I’d think they were being ridic.) I’m going to photograph it before I toss it, though. I’ve decided owning digital photos of stuff I like and storing them in the cloud is ideal. It turned out to be a fantastic move as I now possess photos of wicked cool cars I’ll never buy, maintain, store, drive or ride in. Perfect. 🙃 I’m off to practice.