Much has been happening in my personal life and I don’t feel I can share much of it here, although when I sit down to write, that’s all that’s on my mind. Then there’s the larger question: what is the purpose of me writing here? What or who is it for?
When I began blogging many years ago, I did so at the suggestion of some friends (Splooey and Mr. X, and they know who they are). “Blog? What’s a blog?” I said. They knew of my writerly ambitions and thought it would be a good way for me to get started writing regularly, with no pressure. Maybe they thought I would find my voice.
I like to write, and I like to make people laugh. I think I thought blogging might help me write some humorous essays, a la David Sedaris or something. Maybe. But all I know is I’m not feeling very funny these days, and I’m wondering if it’s because writing is an introspective exercise and when I take a half-second to get introspective, I get depressed.
But when there are these significant lapses between posts, a year later I look back and wonder what happened. Hence, I’m writing this so I can document where I am.
I am exhausted in just about every aspect of my being—physically (we just recovered from a family-wide bout with a nasty stomach virus), mentally, emotionally, the end. I no longer enjoy my work. I still enjoy my kids (most of the time). I miss Sweet Dub because he is in the middle of a manic creative phase right now, trying to launch a new career and get a TV project off the ground. My extended family is a huge mess and I’m trying to stay out of it. Work is really making me unhappy and I feel I have no options for fixing it.
It’s just a rough time.
Follow-up to this post: due to liability issues, one can’t actually tell this prospective employee that she needs to do something about her hair. Total can of worms, and what a shame. She was the top candidate for this job but eliminated from consideration for this one reason. (See the comments section for more info if you'd like.)
3 comments:
I'm sorry you're going through it right now. Just know that it does - eventually - get better. Kiss those babies, snuggle up to the hubby when you can, and trust their love to get you through.
Take care.
I think a blog is just for you and when someone else reads it (and enjoys your prose) then that's the bonus. I keep meaning to start one but crap keeps getting in the way.
It's just ebb and flow, right? And when you're in-between the ebb and the flow it just sucks. Know that it will get better. It has to. (At least that's what I keep telling myself!)
Sending a {{{virtual hug}}} to you.
Many sincere thanks for the support! I am going to tentatively say that it seems things are on the upswing. Hopefully that means I will post more.
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