This is a blog post where things have just been stalled out a bit. I’m stymied a little on my mental health journey because the psychologist I was working with is… no longer working. The state of the world and politics has me vascillating between facepalming and tuning out and agitating within myself to try and figure out how to do something that helps make it better… somehow.
Work is still work, parenting is still parenting, and I still struggle to make time for the things I’d rather be doing. It doesn’t help that we’re coming up on winter time soon and we all know how that tends to go. For now I’ve managed to fight back by forcing myself to continue to bike to work and home, even when it’s dark and raining. We’ll see how long that lasts.
My main consolation is scaring the bejeezus out of myself by watching Widow’s Bay.
I don’t think this blog post has much of a point beyond me trying to force myself to write more. I keep pipe dreaming about a time where I can dedicate a serious chunk of time to writing again, but tend to shy away from actually sitting down and disciplining myself to do it for even 15 minutes. I don’t want to do it unless I can do it all day.
If I wasn’t about to jump into making dinner I’d probably take the time to unpack that more. Part of the advantage of being over the hill is that I seem to at least be better at taking a step back and introspecting what’s going on in the ol’ noggin… but only when I have or take the time to do it.