With Autumn Comes Bliss & Medical Paranoia

Well here’s some easy blog fodder…first day of fall! And on the 23rd no less, my favorite number. I’ve been ready for this since June. I’ve been prematurely dabbling around with autumnal metaphors on my company’s Facebook page. I’ve been putting on sweaters in the morning and having to remove them by noon, because temperatures jump from the 50s to 80s within a few hours and it’s ridiculous. Okay September, you can go now… Let me bask in my fall metaphors! Let me drink hot apple cider when the air is appropriately crisp! Let me wear my sweaters for the entire day, for once!

The design partner at the creative firm I work at conceptualized a challenge that involves creating a 30-minute piece of art every day for 30 days. You have 30 minutes to create something, and once the 30 minutes is up, you’re supposed to leave it be. There was no requirement to participate, but I decided to give it a go. I thought, okay, what kind of artwork is feasible for me to do in a 30-minute timeframe? How about something I’m not very good at but I am capable of doing? So, as someone inept with most artistic mediums, I’ve been doing pencil & pen drawings every day since September 15th. And surprisingly, it hasn’t been too bad. It has been giving me some confidence, knowing that when I push myself a bit I can make something decent, even if drawing is not my “thing.” Perhaps will post some of the images here at a later point. People are supposed to post them on Instagram every day, but I don’t have such a thing, so I’ve been keeping these to myself. :P Except for a portrait of Oliver Reed that I was proud enough to post on Facebook. ^_^

For a number of reasons, I have been quite concerned with my reproductive health lately, so I went to the gynecologist last Friday. She couldn’t diagnose anything on that date, but I’m pretty paranoid that I have an ovarian or uterine problem, and possibly Endometriosis. Started birth control yesterday, and going back to the doctor in December. Ultimately, a problem with my ovaries or uterus could mean I won’t be able to have children. I’m definitely jumping ahead, but it’s just something I have been contemplating. And I’ve been thinking that I am okay with being unable to have children, even relieved at the thought. I am not the maternal sort. And anyone who equates motherhood with womanhood can keep all the baby poop and secret envy of childless people to themselves! Have fun with that.

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