Today, as Joyce would say in one of his more lucid moments, is the anniversary of the first assumption of my mirthday suit. I don't think I'm going to actually make it though Finnegans Wake right now, but that was a bit I liked from the little I did read.
I've been looking through my old journals, particularly those concerning my recently completed 24th year. A lot has happened since last June. For starters, I graduated, which I was not entirely pleased about. However, it was an occasion to have both my parents and all four grandparents together for the first and only time in my memory, and I am very thankful for that.
Let's see, what else? In July, I cut off more hair than I ever expected I would and found (thankfully!) that it was still me underneath it all. I danced a lot with the summer dance crowd that was still on campus and got to know some good people. I got a temporary job over the summer and made the very difficult decision not to accept a permanent position when the offer came in September. I started blogging shortly before I found myself once more unemployed. Well, I suppose I was never entirely unemployed, since I was teaching occasional music lessons at the time, which was rather interesting, though it's died down since then.
October was when I first started volunteering at Project Read. Grandpa Marsh had his second-to-last stroke but thankfully made it back from Germany to recover. Around this time I also started to realize that my spiritual life had been left somewhat on hold for a long while and that I still have a lot of thinking and considering to do about my beliefs. This is still very much a work in progress. October was also when I bought my first pair of dance sneakers which, as far as my feet are concerned, revolutionized my dancing life.
Towards the end of 2002, I started to experience the world of temporary employment. That made for some interesting times. It's certainly not the most stable of situations, but in a lot of ways it's been really good for me. Camp Harmony was the usual crowning event of the year. I got to teach a lot more this year, which I enjoyed, though I came home with some considerable New Year's blues.
January saw me temping again, including the beginning of a long stint at Google (which I mention chiefly because the food was so memorable). February carried so much emotional baggage with it that I could hardly move sometimes, but there were good times, too. Viennese Ball was very good, in a lot of ways. This spring I took a two-step class and succeeded in actually coming to enjoy two-step. I also got to begin my current temporary job with Project Read, which has been very nice, though it will be over soon.
May was pretty much the month of confusion. Grandpa Marsh had his last stroke and I was lucky enough to see him twice in the hospital before he passed away. There have also been lots of things going on in the lives of various friends and various relationships, but the people who should know about that already do, so I won't say much more about that. Life has just been complicated recently, though hopefully it's all working out for the best.
And now it's June again. I wonder what the next year will be like?