It’s been a while. A somewhat difficult while. I can't call it depression – I’ve heard and read enough from those who do have depression (Allie Brosh, Libba Bray, Myra McEntire are incredible and everyone should read them) to know that they are battling a different, far more insidious beast. I can’t even say that 2014 has been a bad year so far, on the whole.
The sun has returned and my schedule has improved somewhat, but the rest of those problems still stand. In fact, I started this post a few days ago but had to stop writing it because I started feeling too sorry for myself all over again. I am immensely lucky in most aspects of my life, I know this, it’s just sometimes hard in the face of minor but mounting difficulties to convince myself to be grateful and flexible and resilient and to seize the freaking day already. I can feel the balance shifting though, and a touch more energy returning, so I’m deciding to be optimistic and ease myself back into writing the novel and resurrecting this abandoned blog. I can’t guarantee that I’ll be consistently inspired on either project, of course, but I’m not going to avoid them anymore.
It’s time to find my way back.