My first draft of this entry started with a meandering mutter about how busy April has been, but that then led to a slightly maudlin piece about how I’m not writing at the moment, despite my best intentions. So I’ve scrapped that.
Lady M is still not doing well, but is improving – so much so that we were able to get to a big family gathering to celebrate significant birthdays for my parents this month – there’s good days and less good days, but pills and therapy seem to be helping.
In other news, work is work; cosplay prop-making is happening; and yeah, still here.
I don’t think I ever really knew what I wanted my life to look like, or indeed had any thought about career when I was younger. Going to university was just expected, with no idea of what I wanted out of it. My first job was – well it was there and books were involved.
Jumping into Library Systems support mostly came about because it involved less contact with the public and some interesting technology learning opportunities. Everything from there just sort of drifted, and in large part I think that it came from never really expecting to still be around at some vague point in the future.
I never really expected to reach 18, then 21, then 30. I certainly didn’t expect to see 40, and now here I am powering on through. I still don’t have a plan, and I’m still largely making it up as I go along.
So far, so good.