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LJI:0 Introduction

Meep.



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It’s hard to play with words today, still, which is why I had to try. I went looking to see how many times I had written an introduction for this crazy game before, looking for snippets of the past to ground my present.

From 2014: “I don't have a Facebook account, which these days occasionally makes me wonder if I actually exist.”

I still don’t have a Facebook account, though that rarely causes the same existential concern. I moved earlier this year to a new state, Colorado, from a place I had lived for seventeen years, the Bay Area of California. Wanting to stay in touch with the people there may be the thing that finally convinces me to change my mind.

From 2010: “I like the feeling of being just a half-step removed from my regular self for a day. Perhaps enough small steps will take me somewhere entirely new.”

This is exactly what my Halloween costume was this year, too. Me, but a heightened, punk version of me. I continue to take baby-steps to figuring myself out. Where I’m at right now is good, but I’m certain it could still be something better.

From 2008: “I laugh easily (though I’m often not the first one to get the joke), I cry easily (much to my chagrin) and I startle easily (BOO!)
I am happy more often than I am sad. I am more comfortable in my skin now than I have ever been.”

Huh – this brings tears to my eyes. It’s still true, but 2008 me didn’t know how difficult 2009 would be, and the time it would take to feel like my skin really fits me again.


I guess the goal now is to get back to here - “I am happy more often than I am sad.” It’s what I wish for everyone else, too.
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LJI:0 Introduction

I don't have a Facebook account, which these days occasionally makes me wonder if I actually exist.

Back in the days when social networks on the internet were still relatively new I had joined several, most of which have now been lost in the pixels of long ago and broken code.

On one of those sites a good friend from college, one of my roommates senior year, posted a testimonial that I've kept written down on paper in a safe place.  It reads:

"Dear, sweet, genuine, intelligent, beautiful, hard-ass bitch, and a dear old friend."

I try and live up, or sometimes down, to that sentence every day.
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introduction

(Stolen directly from the instructions given at the full staff meeting I attended yesterday - give your name and your favorite Halloween costume.  I've expanded it a little...)

My name is Rebecca, and my favorite Halloween costume was when I went as the Headless Horseman in grade school.  I rigged my brother's football shoulder pads like a hat and got a long trench coat to button over the top of them, and carried my mom's wig stand around all day.

Other Halloween costumes of note from my childhood included: the classic witch, a flapper, an angel (recycling a holiday pageant look), and a lumberjack. 

Since I've been a grown up I tend to go with things that are less obviously a costume, but instead me looking like a funhouse-mirror version of me.  Like wearing my mom's LBD from the late 60's with the brunette bob wig she had bought at the time, which has made people shocked that I cut my hair or inspired at least one person to tell me I should dress like that all the time.

These days my standard Halloween costume is to dress punk/goth (continuing the me, but not quite me theme).  I own a lot of black clothes and safety pins which I combine, and then do my makeup and hair in a way that is much too labor intensive for every day but is always a little bit tempting to maintain.  I like the feeling of being just a half-step removed from my regular self for a day.  Perhaps enough small steps will take me somewhere entirely new.

What is/was your favorite Halloween costume?
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Lj Idol week 0: Introduction


An introduction.
 
I am Rebecca. I am 35 years old. I am a daughter, sister, niece, cousin, aunt, girlfriend, friend. I am a college graduate. I am debt-free.
 
I am originally from Wisconsin. I am currently living in the Bay Area of CA, having paid rent in five other states between the two.
 
I am a theatrical stage manager currently rehearsing a show. I am a union member. I am entering a state of transition concerning my chosen career, having passed the light brown of tasty goodness heading toward the burned out blackness.
 
I am a runner, a comic book collector, a knitter. I am a reader, a watcher of too much TV, and a football fan. (Go Packers! Go Badgers!)  I am wise, but it’s wisdom for the pain.  I am a night owl, though given two weeks I can reset my body clock to any schedule.  I am a killer of plants, a list maker, and someone who intends to get to yoga class a lot more often than I actually do. I am a collector of small unnecessary things.
 
I laugh easily (though I’m often not the first one to get the joke), I cry easily (much to my chagrin) and I startle easily (BOO!)
 
I am happy more often than I am sad. I am more comfortable in my skin now than I have ever been.
 
I am.