Birthdays.
Most of my favorite TV show finales land on my birthday. Bummer
Graduations happen on my birthday, mine did. Bittersweet.
I had a long stream of conscious blog I wanted to write on Monday, but fuck it.
I've been writing, a lot. Mostly about inner thoughts. Until I find a more cohesive gounding, I think I could churn something out. I've been cooking! It's fun! I never knew how much I didn't know. I wasn't taught how to cook and I honestly don't know how I survived before. Living without funds, no job, and two kids, you definitely learn survival basics. Cooking has brought an almost hobby-like obsession to my life.
Being in physical pain is very much not the business. Allergy season has really kicked my ass and everything I've been doing hasn't really touched or alleviated the pain and fatigue. I have terrible insomnia. Since coming off all my meds 6 months ago, I wonder if it's time to give it another try.
I don't know why writing seems to flow when at my most delirious mental state (four hours sleep!). We shall see if this blog still stands tomorrow! I lie in bed all night tossing and turning obsessing over every awkward detail of my day. "Could I have done x better?" "Should I have said this instead, or nothing at all?" I need meditation.
Regerts, I has them.
XOXO
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