The longer one puts off a task, the bigger it becomes. Especially with writing. How can I tell you what’s transpired in the last five months? Of course, I’ve thought about writing. Late at night, when I don’t feel right, I craft paragraphs in my head. The language in my head-writing, and here on this site, is not for work, but for me. Most of the time these paragraphs just tumble around, wishing for release through expression. But let’s face it here, people. I have two kids and a full time job. There’s little time for elaboration.
So here’s what happened:
- I went back to work five days a week. It’s like, game on. I’m trying to figure out how to balance it all again. How can I let work go when I walk in the door of our home, when it’s consumed me for more than forty hours a week? I want to do it well, but have it be gone when home, so I can concentrate on my people.
- I recovered a little more from that big old dip last year. What did they call it? Oh, depression? Tra-la-la. I’m over you, bitch! (Hold on – I’m supposed to be speaking positively to myself, and letting the darker sides of my emotions “just be.” Riiight…Back to therapy. I’m just beginning to get it. I hope.)
- We got a new au pair. Another transition. Another story worthy of a post. But not for now.
- Raf had a super busy December for travel, but has since been home rocking the house. Hallelujah!
- I turned 40 last Sunday.
Out with the old! Wait. I am old. And I’m beginning to like it. Here’s a new post about that.