2 years ?!?

I didn’t realize how fast time has been blurring by since 2021.  After losing someone important to me I think I just needed to retreat for while. 
 A quick recap -
Tried to return to work in 2022 and dealt with numerous issue in my return. Doctor decided I needed to rest so I was off work again from
November till May of 2023, without support from work or workers comp so no pay for 6 months. #stress 
My relationship fell apart.  A lot of big and small issues but in summation… we grew apart into different directions.  It happens. It’s sad but that’s life sometimes.
Tried returning to work in May and it’s stuck so far… it’s been tough and for some reason 2024 just wants to be difficult but that’s life sometimes too I suppose.  
Writing has always been a healthy vent for me and my blog has been a place to just talk it out. Never really know who’s reading but it does help me process through some rough patches.  So thanks, Blog!
  So now we enter a new year with a whole whack of challenges; car accident, relationship issues with my important people, winter depression trying to rear its ugly head, numerous work related issues.
  I really feel the weight of things right now.  I’m trying my best to focus on positives; Moxie has been sick but seems to be responding to the numerous meds and she hasn’t been peeing herself or all over the house which is a huge relief mentally hah. I meant who likes a peepee house?  Also she’s the smelly kid in class and that’s also embarrassing. She’s doing better as well, seems happier this past week or so. I’m very glad for that. 
  
  I’m censoring a lot right now.   Being in the middle of a lot of really emotional events makes me be a little protective. I’m working on things but I know I’m not there yet. For now, I take steps to move in that direction and that’s all that’s in my power to do. 
  This winter is flying by, though… as difficult as it’s been so far.  I’m looking forward to a trip to Europe in the late spring possibly.  Something to work towards… we all need goals to target, something to strive for. 
  I’m rambling… rusty writing, it’s been two years already so this banality is the result. 
Aw well, here it is. 

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