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.
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.
I haven’t blogged lately, or even really thought about blogging much–exhausted, apathetic, busy, stressed, depressed, out of words. There are dozens of words and phrases that could describe my life and my state of mind lately, and most of them are not good.
2016, for me, was in many ways both the best and worst year of my life so far. The highs were incredible; the lows, excruciating. I’m trying to approach 2017 as a totally fresh start despite the fact that it’s not. Every day, week, month, and year is a continuation of the last one–and I know just enough to understand that the trials of the recent past can help me create a better future.
I’ve had a lot of blog hits in the last few days from various places I’ve called home, so I want to stress that I’m still alive, for starters. Things have just been moving at an insanely fast pace recently and I haven’t had time to do much of anything, let alone blog.
For those of you who haven’t heard, Dallas and I are preparing to relocate to the Washington, DC metro area in the next couple of weeks. He’s accepted a contract researcher position on an encyclopedia project in his field that he’s worked on before; I will be transferring with my current company while putting out feelers for jobs in history/museums/libraries/archives/education. (I’m not picky, but I’d love to be doing something that uses my degree!)
My grandmother passed away in the wee hours of Saturday morning, surrounded by her four children and her husband of nearly 41 years. I was in her bedroom, just the next room over from the living room where we and a hospice nurse had been tending to her since her release from the hospital just a couple of days earlier.