Again I'm very excited and have great news to share! I guess foremost is the fact that Josh and I have come out of our SAD at the upturn of warmer weather. Secondly, after three or four months since the whole Rainbow fiasco, I finally got a job interview yesterday morning. I think it went pretty well. I took several skill-assessment tests on math, editing, and filing. It was kind of fun. I get to do a second interview next week with the owner. I really wish I could afford new clothes. Not only because it's spring--and I just read how buying new clothes is somewhat buried in our psyches for the arrival of spring--but because I want to put forth a professional image. I feel it's hard to do when the last run of new clothes I bought don't fit well from my weight gain. My weight gain to a healthy, average weight. (I'm still happy about that, too!) But the way our bills have piled up, it might be a long time before I'm able to afford something that doesn't come from a second-hand store. I'm definitely feeling crafty these days, though, and I'm looking into sewing some new clothes. I can't do a fancy button-up shirt or anything, but the simplest things make me the happiest in the long run, so anything new will do.
Spring is what I'm excited about, too. I think I overlooked it a little bit last year in favor of Beltane (May Day) because it's got that great name. But I found a whole book at the library (Ostara by Edain McCoy) that goes into every aspect of the Spring Equinox holiday, and I'm so swept up in it right now. I feel so blessed to have a caring, loving, appreciative partner, and I'm looking forward to having a great little festival right here in the house. I don't usually break away from doing a rather solemn, organized ritual, but alas, Spring is the time of year to break out of rigidity. So thanks to Ms. McCoy's book, we're going to make a dish with penne pasta and feta cheese and bake a green cake in honor of the Green Man. I'm going to try to spice up our ritual, too, make it loose and fun. I wish I had access to all of my essential oils and the dried herbs Beth gave me a few years ago out of her garden. I'm somewhat of a refugee in that way, having most of my belongings boxed up in Mom's crawlspace. I grabbed what I could, and I make do with it for sure. I wish I knew where my fabric and patterns were!
