I haven't been writing lately because I have no idea where to start. I can safely say, without melodrama or woe-is-me sniffles, that these last few months have been absolutely the most difficult of my life (so far, knock on wood). Barring personal physical injury, anything bad that could have happened to me has happened. Heartbreak (which, as is wont to happen, turns into heartbreak after heartbreak after heartbreak), the euthanasia of a beloved pet, my mom forgetting my birthday (twice), losing my job, being left hanging in a foreign country with no work or legal options, and the rapid decline and death of my adored Granny. All in the course of two and a half months.
I have felt drowned. Like I can't get even one minute of respite to catch my breath and get some perspective. Like the universe is pelting me with everything it's got. But no one reads this (if you read it at all) to hear about my heartaches and troubles. And god knows I think and write and talk and email about everything going on way too much anyway. So I want to use the blog as a way to focus myself, an outlet for some creativity, a project, something to occupy my mind and my time. Now I just have to center my ideas enough to get them into sentences and onto the page.
I have felt drowned. Like I can't get even one minute of respite to catch my breath and get some perspective. Like the universe is pelting me with everything it's got. But no one reads this (if you read it at all) to hear about my heartaches and troubles. And god knows I think and write and talk and email about everything going on way too much anyway. So I want to use the blog as a way to focus myself, an outlet for some creativity, a project, something to occupy my mind and my time. Now I just have to center my ideas enough to get them into sentences and onto the page.
