Present and accounted for
Finally extracting myself from the emotional black hole I'd found myself in for the last two weeks...well, it's been going on for probably six weeks, but it's been really bad the last two. Some of it I can chalk up to this thyroid problem I'm trying to deal with. Some of it is seasonal affective disorder. Some of it is just being stretched to the limit. My coping skills have never been this low. Things got so bad I didn't even want to go to karate...had no desire, and I was almost afraid to go. My self esteem kind of bottomed out and took karate with it. I felt like I was failing in so many other arenas that I can't possibly be good at anything.
Fortunately, there was a voice of reason inside me and it said, "OK, that's just BS."
I'm just taking one day at a time. Still overwhelmed. Still too many irons in the fire that HAVE TO be, and I'm running out of room for the things I WANT to do. I have an idea for a freelance article that I can't really write until mid to late March. I'm going to do some pitches to paying publications first...and will default to a couple of local publications if "Plan A" tanks. Actually I have ideas for a couple of articles...so I must start researching my Writer's Market.
I've started making a conscious effort to lose the excess pounds that have accumulated...I think I've lost 2 this week, but my scale is wonky, so I don't know for sure. But I feel better for having made an effort. I also went back to karate last night and looked like a frickin' idiot....a less thank gentle reminder that it doesn't matter how lousy of a day or week I'm having or how tired I am, I need to get to the dojo.
I've also hooked back up again with some old friends...the same people my Friend Simpletense has gotten back in touch with. I really think they were instrumental in pulling me out of the Funk, whether they realize it or not. I returned, embarrassed, frustrated, flatout sad really...no judgement was passed. They just welcomed me back and said, "You'll get through this."
My Dbro turned 35 last week...had a surprise party last Friday and then a family get together on Super Bowl Sunday. The Colts were nice enough to kick Chicago's furry butts for the occasion.....although the first two minutes of the game were a little scary. ;-)
After taking a reading break for a couple weeks, I read "G is for Gumshoe" by Sue Grafton, but I'm hankering for another Mary Russell/Sherlock Holmes novel by Laurie King. I have a Barnes and Noble card with about $15 left on it, so I think I'll go pick up one or two. DH likes the books too and he's rereading Terry Pratchett's "Thud!" for the second time in two months....time for some new talent! But I did realize something in reading "G is for Gumshoe".....I write like Sue Grafton. My characters get confused...they don't have all the answers....they make collossal mistakes occasionally....or they drift down the wrong path in the search for the truth. This gives me hope.
Hey, Seph, maybe we ought to swap books!
Fortunately, there was a voice of reason inside me and it said, "OK, that's just BS."
I'm just taking one day at a time. Still overwhelmed. Still too many irons in the fire that HAVE TO be, and I'm running out of room for the things I WANT to do. I have an idea for a freelance article that I can't really write until mid to late March. I'm going to do some pitches to paying publications first...and will default to a couple of local publications if "Plan A" tanks. Actually I have ideas for a couple of articles...so I must start researching my Writer's Market.
I've started making a conscious effort to lose the excess pounds that have accumulated...I think I've lost 2 this week, but my scale is wonky, so I don't know for sure. But I feel better for having made an effort. I also went back to karate last night and looked like a frickin' idiot....a less thank gentle reminder that it doesn't matter how lousy of a day or week I'm having or how tired I am, I need to get to the dojo.
I've also hooked back up again with some old friends...the same people my Friend Simpletense has gotten back in touch with. I really think they were instrumental in pulling me out of the Funk, whether they realize it or not. I returned, embarrassed, frustrated, flatout sad really...no judgement was passed. They just welcomed me back and said, "You'll get through this."
My Dbro turned 35 last week...had a surprise party last Friday and then a family get together on Super Bowl Sunday. The Colts were nice enough to kick Chicago's furry butts for the occasion.....although the first two minutes of the game were a little scary. ;-)
After taking a reading break for a couple weeks, I read "G is for Gumshoe" by Sue Grafton, but I'm hankering for another Mary Russell/Sherlock Holmes novel by Laurie King. I have a Barnes and Noble card with about $15 left on it, so I think I'll go pick up one or two. DH likes the books too and he's rereading Terry Pratchett's "Thud!" for the second time in two months....time for some new talent! But I did realize something in reading "G is for Gumshoe".....I write like Sue Grafton. My characters get confused...they don't have all the answers....they make collossal mistakes occasionally....or they drift down the wrong path in the search for the truth. This gives me hope.
Hey, Seph, maybe we ought to swap books!