Lenni’s been HELLA busy! I’m easing into working out, I have a new doggie to add to my family (the cats are as thrilled as you can imagine they would be), and I’m back to working every day at the library! I can’t tell you how happy to be back even if the office is like a refrigerator. XD
The best news I’ve gotten today is I contacted my insurance company and they are fixing my car! 😀 I’m kinda glad it’s not a total loss. I love that car. Although, I do plan to cleanse it with a sage stick and put some good luck charms in it. Clearly, there’s some bad juju there.
No word on how long that will take but hey, hearing I’ll have my Pearl back is great! Coupled with 99% of my pain from the crash being gone, I’m in pretty good spirits. 🙂 I’m even writing more often and making my daily quotas of 4 pages a day. I’m keeping up with my journals which have been INSTRUMENTAL in my improving my mental state. I’m smiling more and moving on with my life. Nothing will get me down, damnit!!
Hey… These antidepressants are working! Give it up for the power of modern medicine! XD
Ma has been in the hospital since Wednesday and with her having lung cancer and all, I always wonder if this time will be the time she goes in and never comes out. But it isn’t this time. Ma’s being treated for shingles and will be home in a couple days. Not fit as a fiddle but fit enough.
It’s during times like this where I try to meet my writing goals but I tend to fall short. I am filled with guilt about focusing on anything else but my Mother getting better and also for not giving my writing the focus it deserves. But through all this, I noticed that writing helped me keep my head together during down time where I would otherwise be panicking. I’m the type to handle a crisis while its happening then break down after (or when there’s really nothing more I can do).
Writing really helped me keep from curling up in a ball and crying or screaming at people for no reason other than they continue to breathe near me. So now I know in the future, I shouldn’t feel guilty for writing if something has gone bad or if I can’t reach the magical 5 page mark. If the treadmill and weights keep my body strong, writing keeps my spirit strong. I’ll need both to support my family through though times.
Now, since things are better, I promise I will get back to talking about anime and making dick, fart, and boob jokes now. XD