It's the last day of the year and I have no recordings to share.
https://sporkful.blogspot.com/2024/12/a-gift-of-song.html
I did do a test file. While I might grimace at the quality of the singing, the real issue is that the application I was using, Voice Recorder, does not save the files in a way that would be easy to upload anywhere.
There are many other software options, including a reasonable amount of free ones, so that isn't a huge obstacle. However, I left it too close to the end of the year to not be rushed. Then Mom had a fall and PGE didn't get the check in time. Those things are all worked out, but they took up a fair amount of time and a significantly larger amount of emotional bandwidth.
The idea is not dead. There is a certain amount of annoyance that this means either posting Christmas songs far past Christmas, or waiting a long time to get to it, or posting other songs that I don't feel as strongly about.
There are also other things that I had been thinking about, like that maybe that "Wear a damn mask!" post should have been a vlog, or helping my sisters with some videos for their Poshmark closet, or even that for my schoolwork there are some ways in which it could be good to have some recording experience.
It may be more to the point that there seems to be a bigger trend going on of me being confronted by and having to be open about my weaknesses.
I had mentioned in a Sunday post having to ask for help with the electric bill. It was hard, but it was only after that I started seeing some progress in my job search.
https://preparedspork.blogspot.com/2024/12/the-things-you-have-to-do.html
I needed to write about it on the blog, which was one thing. Then the check didn't get there, hence needing to call and verify dates and sort out whose names on are this very old account and tell perfect strangers that I have not been working. As part of that process, it also became something that I shared with other people at church and here it is in another post.
My sisters and I sometimes joke about there being no dignity. That does not feel like exactly what this is, but it does feel like if there has ever been any veneer of people thinking that I really have it together, that simply must be eradicated.
I don't know. I guess what people usually think is that I am smart. I am smart. It has not made my life go smoothly. The current path seems to involve my needing to ask for help more, which is hard for me.
I was wondering if it was because pride was a problem, but that didn't feel quite right.
I am sure that can be a factor in not wanting to ask for help, and maybe has been. There has also been this thing where I have felt such a need to compensate for everything that was wrong with me, and not annoy people, and prioritize everyone else.
I have made progress on those feelings, but there is some progress yet to make. Getting there is painful and confusing and uncomfortable.
But if that's what I need to do, then I want to get it done.
I had asked if there were any requests on Facebook for the upcoming year. One friend mentioned missing the daily selfies.
I think this year, with this incoming administration and trying to get through school and almost certainly my mother's death... I anticipate a rough year, and I do not expect to look good.
That sounds about right.