You know I love to write. I publish something here regularly. But, lately, I’ve not been as amped up about writing as I usually am. That’s partly because I have A LOT going on in my personal world.
A very close family member is going through some housing changes (sold a house, buying a new one, moving twice, etc.), and I am doing my best to be supportive. Another family member has been hospitalized, released, and is now on the road to recovery. I wanna be there for him and his family. There have also been some arguments among my family members — people who love one another disagree sometimes, you know — and that’s been weighing on my mind a lot lately, too.
There are a few health concerns on my end as well but, thankfully, nothing major. I keep getting bumps, bruises, and serious migraines lately. It’s annoying and pretty painful. I feel like I lose a lot of valuable time with irritating things like that. I’m not whining, mind you, just explaining.
In addition, my husband and I are going through quite a few big moves of our own. We’re adjusting to married life (celebrating month five in a few weeks!) and trying to be good to one another during a very stressful time in our lives. We’re learning.
We have a lot of irons in the fire, though. It’s all good stuff but we’re not exactly shouting from the mountain tops about it yet. So keeping relatively quiet about it online is hard because I end up feeling like I’m leading a double life.
I’m also keeping quiet about this new doc I’m working on. That’s getting harder and harder by the day. We’re THISCLOSE to telling you all about it but until then, mum’s the word. My excitement is tough to keep under wraps. There’s a lot happening behind the scenes and I’m eager to tell you about it.
So, when next we meet, please be kind to me.
I might be too socially awkward. I might jump from subject to subject because my mind is racing. I might talk a lot — or not at all. I might yawn a lot because I haven’t been sleeping. I might look fatter because I’ve been stress eating like a champ and avoiding work outs like it’s the plague. I might be a hot mess…
But if we should cross paths in the coming days or weeks or months, please be kind to me. Give me a hug, smile, and tell me that it’ll be alright. I’m doing my best to keep up with all that’s happening right now.
Aren’t we all?