As I've grown older, I think my biggest fear has shifted from dying alone (I've accepted that inevitability, I guess) to mediocrity, boredom, and stagnancy. Similarly, I think my greatest desire from or goal in Life™️ is adventure.

Figuring out exactly what I mean by "adventure" has been an adventure in and of itself.

Five years ago, I set out my own Sovietesque Five Year Plan and I'm a bit relieved yet trepidatious that life has not gone according to plan. Does it ever?

Five years ago, I had graduated from grad school, thus culminating two decades' worth of basic and advanced education with the supreme achievement of having secured my first Real Job, the starting salary of which was more than my family could have ever dreamed for me. Five years later, now, I've not only been fired from that job, but I've also "separated" from three other employers, which, for the record... Fuck them all.

Now my life is made up of (literally) wrangling cats, raising monarch butterflies, giving cabernet sauvignon another chance, and regretting my spring gardening decisions. I also quilt, collect vinyls, cook and bake. My most demanding project has been orchestrating a massive home renovation.

I'd really love to make new friends, but it is SO hard as an adult. So here I am, mumbling into the ether, looking for some other haphazardly sane people to send youtube videos and bitch about traffic and the price of avocados.

Here are some blurbs about me:

• I teach quilting classes. If you're interested in learning, hit me up.
• This is my first year raising and releasing monarch butterflies.
• I'm a Russophile and pluviophile.
• I'm not looking for anything sexual/romantic.
• I'm trying to figure out how to be an adult. The latest lesson has been maintaining a somewhat regular/standardized sleep-wake cycle and that has been quite possibly the hardest thing I've ever half assed.
• My Spotify playlist is overwhelmingly made up of Tool and Taylor Swift.

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