I’ve had so many words just itching to escape through my fingertips recently, but no time to let them out. There’s always something else that is or should be more important–a chore, a deadline, work, the cat wanting attention, etc. These are all good things, yes, but now I have time to write!
At the end of 2016, I didn’t think any year could be worse than that one had been. Then 2017 showed up and, for most of the year, proved that things can almost always be worse.
I’ve been on my new antidepressant for about six weeks, and things are going really well on that front. I feel happier and have a little more energy than I did, which makes a lot of things a little easier.
New antidepressant, new routines. There are a lot of things I’m trying to change right now, and I just have to be patient enough to see this through. (And if you know me well, you know I am not a terribly patient person.)
I haven’t had the time or energy to even think about blogging lately. Life has been a blur of work to home to work to home to work, and most of the time I’ve been home has been spent sleeping or otherwise being sluggish.
As of today, I’ve been at my new job for two weeks. I didn’t think it was possible to enjoy a retail job as much as I’m enjoying this, but it’s a nice change.
I haven’t written in over two months. My bad.
In my defense, things have been simultaneously stressful and boring. I have no idea how that works, but that’s what’s been going on. Things have been really trying and difficult, but at the same time, there’s been nothing new to report.