Looks like I blew NaBloPoMo. Bummer. NaNoWriMo–still on track.
The alien in my belly (the one I refer to as Annie) is doing just fine and is under control. God bless pharmaceutical America.
I am currently at my sister’s house with 2 of my 3 kids but minus a husband, child and dog. I never want to leave the haven that is here. Somehow, I find myself here. Well, at least I find myself in a calmer place. A place where I do not worry about the things that have me worked up when I am at home. I am working on finding my real me at my own home. I know it takes time. I will do it. I have a game plan. Always have a game plan. Or at least know how to fake one.
Big and good things are going on with my career, but things I have to keep under wraps for now. Things that I have been wanting for a long time.
In the last week or two I have made big decisions about work, life and what can bring me to a place of peace. I have begun to see friends and loved ones as they are and not always how I want (or need) them to be. I am learning to love the people in my life for who and what they are with no strings or expectations attached. They are who they are no matter how much things change. It makes a difference. At least to me and to my peace of mind. And I am learning to let go of the people in my life who need to be let go of. It is freeing and feels good to not chase after the relationships that are not right for me. It never works. I am okay with that. Or at least learning how to be.
The holidays? They are hard. I am not so much liking them this year. A lot of tears. A lot of anger. I can work through them with friends and family. And a lot of writing. Writing that has eluded me for so long I thought it abandoned me. Some day– soon I hope– I can share all of it with you. For now, I am thankful to be writing.
I am learning to be me. On my terms. In my way. The very best I can.