Work has been awesome. I am really enjoying it. Things with Adam have awesome. We rarely fight anymore.
I am knitting, reading, and listening to NPR all the time. I am fully aware of my surroundings. I started couch to 5k, and feel really good. However the wrench arrived swiftly at 9 pm on Wednesday. I just fell to pieces. A million of them. It was not good. I think it was sparked by a slight change in medication. This led to more changes in medication. Things just got fuzzy from there.
Just as quickly as I was down, like normal, I was back up again. I went fishing with Adam twice last week. TWICE! I baited the hook (murdered worms), casted out, AND released the hook from the fish all by myself.
I have been feeling a little existential lately. Nothing is really coming from it though. It happens at the worst times when I can't put pen to paper and I get so frustrated that I just drop it altogether. This week I will try to harness that creative energy and make it work for me.


