I have to tell you that sadly, I have not blogged in weeks. NOR have I read a blog in weeks. That would be a record for me. You know, the kind of record that is not a good thing. Like the record for the longest time you sat on the toilet, or the record amount of blackheads on your chin.
It's nothing to be proud of. And do you know WHY I have been a sadsack of a blogger? It's a 4 letter word.
Okay seriously. I will come clean with you and tell you that I have pretty much lived my life guided by the thought of those people who say "I am SO busy at work that I cant [fill in the blank] were full of horseshit.
I have always been like..."really? REALLY YOU ARE SO BUSY?"
Well it has happened to me. My coworker flew to the coup to become a flight attendant (pun points please), which left me alone to run and man the Education & Training department that used to be run by 3 people. Oh...I got a promotion. So now I am the manager of said department. Very exciting. Very draining. Because do you know what it means to be the only person in a department? That if something goes wrong....
there is no one else to blame.
And I have been spending these past few weeks cleaning, organizing, teaching, and doing my job plus the job of my lost coworker.
And funny thing is, now I have my very own laptop again so I could theoretically, blog from home once more (if you remember my computer was stolen last year).
But it also turns out that when you are so mentally and physically drained from work, you are a zombie when you get home.
The end. Those are my reason. I blog in my head almost everyday. I think of you guys. I think of actually typing my thoughts out...
and thanks to one Miss Dawnya Ivey I have returned. A little FB message was all it took.
During my hiatus, or blogging sabbatical, life has continued. I am actually a wreck on the inside of my head most days. My spirit is in a little bit of disarray and I can't really organize my thoughts or find my hopeful outlook as easy as I usually can. I blame this on the fact that work has my brain so scrambled, it doesn't leave much internal reflection time.
We went to Defuniak this weekend and I took a little four-wheel ride to the clay pit by myself and was literally talking out loud trying to figure things out. I am struggling with self worth. Most days I have to fight this feeling of worthlessness. These are usually the feelings that hit me 2 days or so before my period, and then scatter like dog peter flies in the wind for the remainder of the month. But they are sticking around.
I am sure that mentally things will start to find the upswing.
But. It's rough going for your girl.
I am still working out though. I certainly would have taken "a break" because I am "so busy" if not for Heather. So my weight is holding steady. That is a good thing.
Here is a picture from the weekend. Henry (Heather's cousin who we stay with everytime we go up to Defuniak...about an hour from where we live...and remember Henry is married to the wonderfully patient and kind 'other Heather') is restoring a car so we spent hours on Sunday cleaning parts that had something to do with the steering column or something.
Henry says "I dont know, I dont read instructions".
So I look at the back and before I can get to the instructions I see something that says "If this product comes in contact with the skin, seek medical help immediately, take your stupid ass to the emergency, you may die".
Or something real close. So that is why we are wearing gloves in the picture. A little too late as my hands have been peeling all week.
Oh silly instructions.