Thirty

Am I an adult yet?

Yep.

It’s finally here.

I have officially made it 30 times around the sun.

And I’m not sure quite I’m feeling right now.

I mean, it’s my birthday, so I’m happy and enjoying myself right now, but like, still trying to sort 30 out.

On the one hand, nothing’s changed.  I’m still me.  It’s just a number.  I’ll still carry on as always.  There will be new comics to draw and books to read and all that.

On the other hand…it’s thirty.  Three decades.  Like, I have officially left my twenties behind and am entering something new entirely.  A brand new age: my thirties.

I find myself asking the question, “Okay – what now?  What do I do?  What am I supposed to do?”

I think a better question is “What do I WANT to do?”

And I don’t have a definitive answer.

Well, okay, so I’d like to get back into writing and see where I can take that.  Try to get back into exercising.  Or maybe develop a new webcomic or something.  So I do have some ideas.

But beyond that, it’s a question mark.

I suppose, though, that that’s fine.  I mean, I’m always facing question marks and getting through them, right?  So, my thirties should be no different.

Still.  It’s a tad surreal.

Like this comic.

So time to strap myself in and see what happens as I dive headfirst into this new era.

Should be a time.

Around the Corner

It’s coming.

I see you, Thirty.

Trying to sneak up on me like that.

Well, it won’t work!

Sure, it’s suddenly September and my birthday’s in a week.  But you still don’t surprise me, Thirty!

Bring it!

I’ll be thirty, flirty, and thriving, you’ll see!

(Author’s note: it’s really more like thirty, uhhhh, and managing, but close enough, right?)

Doctor Dot: Vaccinations

You heard the lady. Do it for the sticker.

I am actually not sure if they hand out stickers when you get your second shot, but if they do, then hey – free sticker.

Got my first shot this past Friday.  Have to wait until the end of the month to get my second dose.  But it feels good to at least be on the way to be fully vaccinated and have one less thing to worry (less) about.

Does this mean I’m whipping off the mask and licking doorknobs?  No.  But contributing to herd immunity takes the edge off a bit.

Therapist Hunting

It’s one way to handle the search.

I know what you’re all thinking.

And the answer is – yes, I really can’t draw dartboards.  Looks like I’ll have to add it the list, alongside cars.

In all seriousness, though, I do need a therapist to get my anxiety under control.  And I am in the process of looking for one.  It’s not as easy as I would’ve hoped, and it does honestly feel like I’m throwing darts at a dartboard hoping that one will stick.  I just don’t want to make the wrong choice.

Oh, and also I don’t know what Quincy is either.  I…just liked the way he looked.  So, here he is.

I seriously need to introduce some characters.  I still introduce Dot’s monster friends.  And get back to her storyline.

One thing at a time!

Right now: therapy.

Working from Home

Oof.

Now, I know that I am super duper lucky to be employed right now.  Believe me, it’s a relief to not have to think about unemployment.

But it’s still not the same.

I miss working with the books.  I miss being at the returns desk.  I even miss interacting with the patrons to an extent.

Not all of them.  But most.

It’s not fun being here at home, at the dining room table, scrolling through the library catalog and trying to figure out what to do with my time.  Plus, my sole coworker only really seems to care about mealworms and napping.  Not much for conversation.

I know when we reopen, things are going to be different.  My boss is already talking about masks, installing plastic shields on the desks, trying to make sure we can still do the six feet apart deal – that’s fine.  I’ll take it.

It’s gonna be nuts whenever we reopen, I know that for sure.

Until then, I’ll be here.  Teleworking.  Having a blast and a half.

2020

Happy New Year, everyone!

There isn’t a new comic today (unfortunately).  But, with it being a brand new year and, heck, a brand new decade, I still wanted to pop in and post something.  More specifically, what I want to try and make happen this year.

So, here it is – Drew’s List o’ Goals for 2020.

1. Make it to the gym at least 3 times a week.  Weight loss tends to be one of the more common New Year’s Resolutions, and Lord knows it’s been one of mine for the past few years.  And, well, it really hasn’t…worked out.  So, maybe this is an easier, more concrete goal: get to the gym at least one more time a week.  And maybe watch what I eat more.  I’m a bored eater – I eat when there’s nothing else to do.  So I have to make the effort to watch what goes in my mouth more.

2. 10:00 – all electronics go OFF.  The laptop is easy enough.  The phone, on the other hand – that’s where I get in trouble.  I’ll end up falling down a rabbit hole and the next thing I know, it’s closing in on midnight, when I wanted to go to bed at 11.  So it’s time to make the attempt.  10:00 rolls around, and the phone is off.  Hopefully this’ll help with my sleeping habits as well.

3. Read read read READ.  Going along with the last one, it would probably behoove me to pick up a book and just decompress before I go to sleep.  But I also need to read more in general.  My book list is getting ridiculous.  I’ve got birthday/Christmas books lying around my room that haven’t been touched.  It’s kinda sad.  Also, I need to break into the myriad of cookbooks I’ve got lying around.  I love to look at them, but I really need to use them.

4. Explore more original characters.  This is probably the one goal that is most related to I Draw Walruses.  I’ve got all these ideas bouncing around in my head for new characters, some that have come about due to Inktober, and I want to get them out there.  So, that might be popping up here on IDW and my Instagram.  Now, Lars, Eliza, and everyone else – they aren’t going away.  Trust me.  Just want to give these new guys a bit of spotlight, that’s all.  Pretty sure that’s why I made this Christmas story about the Seasons.

5. WRITING.  UGH.  Another one I say every year.  And I barely make an effort to do so.  But I’m not letting go of it, because I know I need to do it.  Writing is a part of me, and I need to delve into it, to make sure my skills don’t just rust.  One of my professors straight up said that we will not write once we graduate – not unless we make the effort.

Damn.  He was right.

6. Let’s play some video games.  Bit of an odd one.  But there are video games that I want to try, and I just haven’t.  I could – but instead I end up doing what I always do.  YouTube and Reddit.  So maybe, when I get bored, I could try something else, like exploring some new games.  Or – again, a bit odd – watch some new shows?  Or at least catch up on some old ones.  I’m still in the second season of one show, and it just released it’s fourth, so I’m waaaaay behind.

And there we go.  Goals for the new year.  Not resolutions.  Goals.  I’ve got 12 months ahead of me to try and make these a reality.  Have to tell myself that.  But I’m looking forward to trying them out!

Here’s to 2020.  And here’s to making it an awesome year.

Nothing New

Lars’ reaction is truly my reaction after drawing this.

…trying to figure out how to word this.  It’s not so much that the novelty of having a new car has worn off by now, because it hasn’t.  I mean, I have a car that runs, which is amazing.  It’s more like I forget how big buying a car is.

It sounds weird, but it’s true.  I mean, I’m going to be paying it off for a while – how do I forget something like that?  Honestly, I don’t know.  I just remember having this feeling a few weeks back of, “Man, nothing really big has happened to me this year.”  Then I was like, “Oh.  Right.  The car.”

Maybe it’s part of being an adult and having other things on my mind.  Like, okay, got a set of wheels that gets me places, check.  Got the payment plan all set up, check.  Now, what’s next on my list?  Suppose that makes the most sense.  I think.

Stuffed Animals

“Yeah! And you’re not invited to our tea party, either!”

…yeah, I might have a bit of a problem.

Especially considering that these guys take up a good 25-50% of the bed.

But they do create a soft, cushiony barrier between me and the wall, which is nice.

AND no monsters have grabbed me in my sleep, which I fully credit these guys for.

AND they do keep me company to a certain extent while I’m hanging out in my room.

I mean, yes, they’re technically just toys, but there’s something about stuffed animals that are more than that, I suppose.  Maybe it’s this weird nostalgia factor (a good lot of them I’ve had for a while and have taken with me to places, like college), maybe it’s because they have this tangible, almost real quality about them, I don’t know.  It’s hard to explain.  Maybe I’ve just seen Toy Story too many times.  Who knows.

What I do know is that for now, they’re going to stay right where they are.  Because my bed would seem like an awfully lonely place without them.