Happy New Year! (white rabbit!)
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sorcyressWednesday, December 31st, 2025!
(the one day of the year when I feel slightly weird about keeping my cron to 6am instead of midnight, but it's okay. Nevermind that it's technically already almost midnight-thirty. Congrats, we made it to '26!)
Anyways, I haven't been writing much here, and that's a shame. I'd like to change that for 2026 maybe? I think my official New Years Resolution is to update my dailies spreadsheet more often than I did this past year. (I should probably collect the data on how-many-days at some point).
2025 was bullshit nonsense on a global and USA level. It was a kinda weird year on a personal level. I coped with the fact that I'm now the age my shitty abusive boyfriend was, and that it's officially been half my life since I was last raped. I got rid of my uterus, and then was copied by my mother (except I skipped the cancer part). I started my ninth year of teaching at The Dream Job, with an adorable bright-shiny-new mentee teacher, and an endlessly-patient co-teacher.
I have the same number and arrangement of partners as I started the year with, which is pretty grand. I like it when my love life is stable! (there's one small change, but I'll make a bigger post about it sometime. It's a good thing.) I have the same roommate situation as I started the year with, which is DEFINITELY grand. I have the same job, which I'm still happy with.
Last year I was part of the bargaining team for some excellent and groundbreaking contract work. This year I'm a building rep and I'm holding my bosses feet to the fire wherever possible about actually enforcing the things we won.
A couple months ago I started a new hobby, and I think knitting is Very Good For Me. It's fun! It's a lot of counting! I get to touch things! It's hopefully eventually going to supplant some of the phone games instinct and replace it with something better?
I started the year with ADHD, and I still have ADHD. I finally _finally_ about a month ago set up the focus-mode on my phone, and now for two hours every day my phone becomes an inaccessible brick where I can't do anything distracting. Not coincidentally, it's set to start about half an hour after my work day ends, or about when I'd be getting home from bells. It's working surprisingly well! Let's hope it continues, so written so true.
Dancing is really fucking good. Having _my dance_ is so fulfilling and joyful and I'm real happy that I have established my dance pedagogy ethos: "Do Hard Things Badly". (sometimes I manage to apply this ethos to my knitting and other hobbies as well). We've had enough people to do _some_ kind of dancing, every time we've had class, although we've learned a lot of five-person dances along the way, at least two of which are marvelous and I've been bringing to the wider world as much as possible.
My own dancing hasn't been happening as much, but I'm trying to bring myself to do more of it. (It doesn't help that the yeeterus took me out of dancing for a couple months, and then it was the start of the school year and frantic). I need to run through my program dances for the night of Scottish Pinewoods I am MCing this year, and I need to sign up for ESCape (since they asked me to teach again and all, iirc).
I have friends and have sometimes been a little better about keeping in touch with them? At the very very end of last year, I got back in touch with Tho, and we email sometimes. Veronica and I have calls every other week or so. Tailsteak and I watch Taskmaster most Thursdays, except for the ones where one of us is super busy or the ones where we just spend two hours shooting the shit and chatting about our lives. My work bestie has bought a house and now somehow lives even closer to me. There are neighbors and friends I love and I'm happy to see and hang with them.
I sang in my first ever choir, my first time in my life doing formalized SATB. We did Vivaldi's Gloria, and it was the high school choir and orchestra combo, with a smattering of teachers enthusiastically invited to join. I'm a tenor! Austin and Phoebe came to see me, and then we walked around the student art show with our jaws on the floor because of how stunning and talented the kids at my school are.
I don't know. Probably other good things happened this year. Kale pudding! Some weddings! Thanksgiving with two families! Absolutely no peal attempts and I don't even think I tried any quarters!
(And as Vicki looks over and says "what are you typing anyways?" I am reminded that in 2025, I wrote my words on 365 days. I have a streak that is 1,227 days long. I have missed 0.15% of the days since November 25th, 2018. That's pretty fucking cool, honestly.)
I love you. I end a lot of posts with that phrase --I think I started the habit in 2020, when we were all re-adapting how we related to the world, and then I decided I liked it. It's true though, I love people and humanity and beings and the spark and interesting things inside us all. I love _you_.
Happy new year. As I've been telling people, may your 2026 be better than your 2025 was. I'm starting the year curled up on the floor next to some lovely people from different eras of my life, playing board games and happily bickering. It's _delightful_.
<3
~Sor
MOOP!
(the one day of the year when I feel slightly weird about keeping my cron to 6am instead of midnight, but it's okay. Nevermind that it's technically already almost midnight-thirty. Congrats, we made it to '26!)
Anyways, I haven't been writing much here, and that's a shame. I'd like to change that for 2026 maybe? I think my official New Years Resolution is to update my dailies spreadsheet more often than I did this past year. (I should probably collect the data on how-many-days at some point).
2025 was bullshit nonsense on a global and USA level. It was a kinda weird year on a personal level. I coped with the fact that I'm now the age my shitty abusive boyfriend was, and that it's officially been half my life since I was last raped. I got rid of my uterus, and then was copied by my mother (except I skipped the cancer part). I started my ninth year of teaching at The Dream Job, with an adorable bright-shiny-new mentee teacher, and an endlessly-patient co-teacher.
I have the same number and arrangement of partners as I started the year with, which is pretty grand. I like it when my love life is stable! (there's one small change, but I'll make a bigger post about it sometime. It's a good thing.) I have the same roommate situation as I started the year with, which is DEFINITELY grand. I have the same job, which I'm still happy with.
Last year I was part of the bargaining team for some excellent and groundbreaking contract work. This year I'm a building rep and I'm holding my bosses feet to the fire wherever possible about actually enforcing the things we won.
A couple months ago I started a new hobby, and I think knitting is Very Good For Me. It's fun! It's a lot of counting! I get to touch things! It's hopefully eventually going to supplant some of the phone games instinct and replace it with something better?
I started the year with ADHD, and I still have ADHD. I finally _finally_ about a month ago set up the focus-mode on my phone, and now for two hours every day my phone becomes an inaccessible brick where I can't do anything distracting. Not coincidentally, it's set to start about half an hour after my work day ends, or about when I'd be getting home from bells. It's working surprisingly well! Let's hope it continues, so written so true.
Dancing is really fucking good. Having _my dance_ is so fulfilling and joyful and I'm real happy that I have established my dance pedagogy ethos: "Do Hard Things Badly". (sometimes I manage to apply this ethos to my knitting and other hobbies as well). We've had enough people to do _some_ kind of dancing, every time we've had class, although we've learned a lot of five-person dances along the way, at least two of which are marvelous and I've been bringing to the wider world as much as possible.
My own dancing hasn't been happening as much, but I'm trying to bring myself to do more of it. (It doesn't help that the yeeterus took me out of dancing for a couple months, and then it was the start of the school year and frantic). I need to run through my program dances for the night of Scottish Pinewoods I am MCing this year, and I need to sign up for ESCape (since they asked me to teach again and all, iirc).
I have friends and have sometimes been a little better about keeping in touch with them? At the very very end of last year, I got back in touch with Tho, and we email sometimes. Veronica and I have calls every other week or so. Tailsteak and I watch Taskmaster most Thursdays, except for the ones where one of us is super busy or the ones where we just spend two hours shooting the shit and chatting about our lives. My work bestie has bought a house and now somehow lives even closer to me. There are neighbors and friends I love and I'm happy to see and hang with them.
I sang in my first ever choir, my first time in my life doing formalized SATB. We did Vivaldi's Gloria, and it was the high school choir and orchestra combo, with a smattering of teachers enthusiastically invited to join. I'm a tenor! Austin and Phoebe came to see me, and then we walked around the student art show with our jaws on the floor because of how stunning and talented the kids at my school are.
I don't know. Probably other good things happened this year. Kale pudding! Some weddings! Thanksgiving with two families! Absolutely no peal attempts and I don't even think I tried any quarters!
(And as Vicki looks over and says "what are you typing anyways?" I am reminded that in 2025, I wrote my words on 365 days. I have a streak that is 1,227 days long. I have missed 0.15% of the days since November 25th, 2018. That's pretty fucking cool, honestly.)
I love you. I end a lot of posts with that phrase --I think I started the habit in 2020, when we were all re-adapting how we related to the world, and then I decided I liked it. It's true though, I love people and humanity and beings and the spark and interesting things inside us all. I love _you_.
Happy new year. As I've been telling people, may your 2026 be better than your 2025 was. I'm starting the year curled up on the floor next to some lovely people from different eras of my life, playing board games and happily bickering. It's _delightful_.
<3
~Sor
MOOP!
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on 2026-01-02 04:31 pm (UTC)What shall you knit???
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on 2026-01-02 07:35 pm (UTC)