The time between Christmas and New Year’s is always an ambiguous time. You are preparing to start the new year with new ambitions and goals, while reconciling the past year with what you want in the coming future. It’s a time of questioning, making attempts to establish ideas, and looking forward to what can be and how to get there.
We all fall down
We had our first snow of the year. I love snow. I don’t think I will ever not like snow. Last week, we got 8 inches of it. Outside of the 36 inches we got one year all in one night, that is the most snow that has fallen since I moved here 5 years ago.
Projection: It’s not just for movies!
As I mentioned earlier, my family, particularly on my mother’s side, is rife with mental illnesses. It is one of the bigget hurdles I have to deal with on a fairly regular basis, and it isn’t alway my own mental health that’s the problem.
The first snow
Today is the first snowstorm of the season. Last year, we had very little snow overall, so it’s exciting to know the potential for a foot or more of snow is coming. Having been born and raised in Southern California, snow is something I absolutely love. I love wrapping myself up in a warm blanket or robe and enjoying my cottage to the fullest.
A little bit of spirit
Under most circumstances, I don’t make fun of people’s beliefs, because, honestly, I don’t think anyone has it right. I just worry about those whose beliefs become their whole idently (and that goes for anything, not just religion) because that isn’t healthy. Beliefs should enhance your life, not dictate it
Darker than the darkness
Since about August, I have been battling depression. Thanks to a long legacy of mental illness, just in my mother’s lineage alone, it is a condition that I have been in and out of most of my life.
Year of Isolation
That was March, at the start of the lockdowns and closures. I decided to rethink my situation and focus on what it really was that I wanted to do while working on some long forgotten projects. My house also had some ideas of how it had some needs, so that added to the stresses of finances, but in the end, solutions were found, stress was repressed and ignored, and some of those waiting projects got completed.
Details of no consequence
I recently turned 50. For some reason, my brain thinks this is a big deal. Maybe it’s because I never anticipated living past 32 when I was younger. Either way, my brain seems to think that I have passed into “being old”, which is ironic, since, it also wants to believe I’m still close to my eatly 20’s.
Welcome to the beginning
Today was an odd day.
Aside from finally agreeing with my brain that we are depressed, I had good news that lifted the day and made it a bit brighter. Then, Facebook decided to ban me for 24 hours because I called someone a potato. ￼ I guess today is what you call a mixed bag of goods.
*looks around for a khajit*