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Gods above I am so tired.
I have a half-written post that I want to share here on Monday the 27th (I’ve set myself a “posting schedule” here of every other Monday, and I was GOING to post Myth Mondays this week buuuuut, yeah, no) and hopefully that will happen but right now I just need to, you know. Blog.
Noodle incoherently about my life. Rant. Vent? Talk, but with text.
I’m so tired, guys.
It’s only the 16th of January, 2020. Barely two weeks into the new year and I’m ready to nap for most of it.
It’s mostly emotional drainage. It’s been an exciting and good but also bad two weeks, and my little heart is fluttering like a hummingbird having a seizure.
- The good: I have a new job!
- The bad: it requires moving away from my husband.
- The good: I’ll be closer to my mom! As in, living in her house.
- The bad: I’m supposed to go up at the end of the month, but circumstances (read: bad timing) have conspired to make her in need of my help now.
- The good: living with mom will help me achieve my writing goals this year as well as personal goals of downsizing my things and trying to live minimally.
- The bad: I’m really not ready to live minimally and when I first go up I have to take the bare minimum of stuff because mom doesn’t have much space for me yet. (She’s still renovating her new house.)
On it goes! This kind of emotional whiplash would be exhausting at any time, but of course it’s on top of my having a cold for almost the entire new year so far and not getting enough sleep because of it.
retro vade me, bad timing
And what about this bad timing I mention? Bad timing is the creature that has stalked our little family for as long as memory stretches back — my memory, at least — and it continues to plague our days. I wanted to leave it behind in 2019 but I guess it needs more than willpower to banish it; perhaps a knife to the heart and cremation, with ashes scattered at crossroads.Continue reading “insert title here”