OK, so I know I’m on a bit of a hiatus and am working on updating the blog a bit — look and feel, content, razzle dazzle baby. All that is happening behind the scenes and I will share more info soon. But crazy shit is going on and I feel compelled to write. Lucky you! Continue reading
On July 1, I posted the following status update to my (personal) Facebook account:
Happy birth month to me!!
Since the last two months have been … well, challenging … I vow to have a ridiculously amazing month.
You’ve been warned.
Yeah, so, well, July was positively vile. Whatever. It’s my life – unrealistic expectations belong to only me, so therefore I and I alone own the disappointment, and have no one to blame for it but myself. Kinda used to this by now, so here I am. Continue reading
Tomorrow morning, I board a plane to head to the city where I grew up — Buffalo, NY. Why?
My 20 year high school reunion. Eek!! Continue reading
Fine. I accept that I’ve overdone it. That I haven’t been resting or allowing myself to get better. That I am impatient, frustrated, and sad. But that I need to stop, take a step back, and do nothing but focus on my recovery.
So plans have been cancelled. Work shifts were dropped. The calendar cleared. I am going against everything in my DNA, but I just cannot bear to drag out this recovery any longer, and my actions have only been working against me.
I will not attempt to live my normal life. I will not hang upside down. I will keep my head elevated above my shoulders. I will hydrate and sleep as much as possible. I will do the best that I can to manage my professional life, even though staring at a computer screen and concentrating for too long are challenging.
This totally and completely blows. But I have accepted my fate.