Since my last post on Sept. 27 (gasp, AGES ago … cue panic attack …), I have begun to write my next entry about a million times. Why has it taken me so long to get something out, especially as I have been officially “between work projects” since Oct. 1? Excellent question, and I find the answer is complicated, yet simple to answer. Or exactly the opposite of that, I’m not entirely sure.
Welcome into my head, writer’s block. Total creativity meltdown. The ultimate brain fart.
So I tried. I really, really tried. A physical victory indeed, but yet another mental defeat.
Why is it so challenging for me to be all right with taking time to let myself rest and begin the recovery process? After all, this “flu” (I’m sure it’s really a cleverly disguised plague or ebola virus) let me know it wasn’t going to go away on its own and rendered me more or less physically incapable of moving from the bed or couch since last Thursday. Bastard.
Have you ever felt like you / your life is at a crossroads? Where change is inevitable, and will have rippling repercussions regardless of the choices you make?
Welcome to my world. Continue reading
Here we are, mid-March and I have yet to post this month. Once again I am amazed at how quickly time passes with so much to keep me busy; I hope I can manage to find time to stop and smell the roses in this gorgeous mid-70s/no humidity spring weather. (For those familiar with the D.C. climate, this is something that lasts about two days before the overwhelming heat and humidity kicks in and remains until October.). Continue reading
Hi! Did you miss me?
Apparently I need to add another item to my 101 things to do … update “Life After Normal” on a much more regular basis. Oy vey.
Next week I’ll let you know all the reasons about why I’ve been MIA, preoccupied, stressed out of my mind, happy, sad, scattered, centered and /or otherwise atypically overwhelmed in my typically overwhelmed existence.
What can I say, sometimes life happens … whether we want/need/expect it to or not.
Until next week … enjoy your weekend!
I hate it when I’m right. Wait, let me rephrase that (because I am always right. Right? Right!). Continue reading