Hi!
Just popping in to say hi and let you all know I'm still alive and kicking. Well, not so much with the kicking, that takes too much energy, but definitely still alive.
Life has gone on. The boy is now in his mid-teens and a total theater geek. We shuttle him between rehearsals for shows, dance lessons, and choir practice, worry about his not-going-to-get-into-college grades, and are endlessly amused by his humor and generally cheerful outlook. The girls has turned into a jock. We shuttle her between volleyball and soccer practice, and are as annoyed by her bratty tween attitude as we are unspeakably proud of her endless stream of straight A report cards.
Me? Not so good. When I last checked in, the medical thing sucked but was stable. I was learning to accept the level of energy I had and how to make the most of it and balance my priorities. That worked for a few years. Now, things are suddenly worse and I'm NOT HAPPY. I had to stop teaching, which means I no longer feel like I'm contributing anything useful to the world, and I'm so low energy I only manage to leave the house once a week or so. Buzzy is not meant to be a social recluse. Isolation? Not my thing. Seriously, universe, did I need this?
I'm reading a lot, but not writing. I miss it. And I miss you guys.
Life has gone on. The boy is now in his mid-teens and a total theater geek. We shuttle him between rehearsals for shows, dance lessons, and choir practice, worry about his not-going-to-get-into-college grades, and are endlessly amused by his humor and generally cheerful outlook. The girls has turned into a jock. We shuttle her between volleyball and soccer practice, and are as annoyed by her bratty tween attitude as we are unspeakably proud of her endless stream of straight A report cards.
Me? Not so good. When I last checked in, the medical thing sucked but was stable. I was learning to accept the level of energy I had and how to make the most of it and balance my priorities. That worked for a few years. Now, things are suddenly worse and I'm NOT HAPPY. I had to stop teaching, which means I no longer feel like I'm contributing anything useful to the world, and I'm so low energy I only manage to leave the house once a week or so. Buzzy is not meant to be a social recluse. Isolation? Not my thing. Seriously, universe, did I need this?
I'm reading a lot, but not writing. I miss it. And I miss you guys.