…almost every single day. Reading. Leaving a smattering of notes. Not nearly enough. Not writing because I don’t even know where to start.
Things are good! Different, yet good. A little the same. All pretty good. I am wrapping my brain around things. Life. Some therapy. Some girlfriendy stuff (ohhhhh, that girls trip was healing for the soul). SexyPants stuff. Good. Necessary stuff.
I don’t want to write about it and yet I do. I’m not trying to be cryptic. It’s just that these things are bigger than my fingers can type and I obviosly don’t do them justice here. Maybe some practice in private entries or elsewhere will help me learn how to get it out cohenrently. I’ve always, always struggled with that.
Work is weird and I’m restless. Bottom line is, I struggled last year during this time to keep my head above water. I was a one-woman department and desperately needed help. It was overwhelming and I didn’t even have time to pee during the day.
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