In less than 48 hours, I’ll be back in my home state of Michigan, for what could (if we’re being generous) be called a “long weekend”. My dear husband got himself invited to a conference and I’ll be splitting a few days between my parents. I wish it was more time, so I could see all of the people I love who are spread out across the state, but at least I’ll get to see my parents.
Today we took advantage of the nice weather and went into DC. While the cherry blossoms aren’t at peak bloom yet thanks to cold weather (it snowed less than two weeks ago!), they were still pretty impressive. We also managed to time our visit to coincide with the Blossom Kite Festival. Despite my husband’s claim that kite enthusiasts are “nerds” (ahem), I think we both had a good time.
I took a ton of pictures:
It feels like every time I take a step forward these days, I end up having to take two or three steps back. Continue reading
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.)