I really don’t have a clever wrapup of my year this time. It was awesome, it sucked, it got awesome again and then it really hit the shitter. I’m on my way back up again, but it’s slow going. Turns out when you already have anxiety disorder, depression doesn’t have the “usual” symptoms. I can function, I just can’t concentrate on certain things.
There will be no “change my life” resolutions this time around. I’ve had enough lifechange in the last few months, thankyouverymuch. No goals, no weightloss, nada.
Just me, living life the best I can.
What I learned this year: I suck at social networking. I still don’t know what I wanna be when I grow up. Great ideas fly out of my brain at lightning speed, but the followup sucks. Limits: I has them. Public schooling ain’t so bad when the alternative is losing what’s left of your mind. I think I might kinda sorta wanna have another baby. (maybe) (yes, I know there are no anxiety meds for pregnant women.) I don’t do all that well at conventions after all.
I finally started spending some money on vanities – hair and nails. Well, getting them PROFESSIONALLY done. Getting my hair professionally colored = awesome. The jury is still out on the nails (I absolutely adore the way my hands look. But $36/mo is a bit pricey for vanity, innit?)
One of my weird quirks finally gets a seal of approval from WiseBread.com. I grew up soppin’ – as in “I packed this for lunch at school” grew up. When I was in elementary school THE THING was autograph books, and I actually had someone to sign mine “I like you even though you dunk bread in soup“.
It’s funny, the things you remember thirty years later.
And now, I have a houseful of teens to mobilize, laundry to shuffle around, a livingroom to clean and floors to mop, so I’ll leave you with a word of wisdom from My Mamaw.
It’s a grand world, iff’n you don’t weaken.