The dearth of posts explained
Posted on May 20th, 2012
Just as an FYI: when I get to the place where I’m not even posting pictures, it means I’m in a funk.
This time, the funk has been exhaustion (from husband sick nearly two full weeks + my not-quite-as-strong illness), emotional exhaustion (reserves? what reserves?) to professional exhaustion (when I get to the place where I hate the novel, it means I am wiped out, and the editing assignments I’ve been given…oh, man). So I’ve been basically…caving. Playing Civ IV, cleaning, rearranging furniture, taxiing people to various appointments (including some of my own), shopping (within reasonable limits) and reading. Lots of reading.
Today I’d reached my limit. Completely. I had awful back pain, everything made me want to cry, and I just wanted to sleep.
And then, one of the people who helped raise me (obviously not one of my parents) called. I haven’t spoken to this person in five years, but suffice it to say, it doesn’t matter. She’s known me since I was single-digits and now has the ability to say things like, “You know, your mother never said anything to you that didn’t make me want to strangle her,” and you know what? THAT HELPS. Everything that makes me realize I was not the crazy one? That helps.
I feel like I’m back to the real world. I’m ready for therapy tomorrow (something I was dreading). I will be OK.