house that we used to live in, falling apart

It’s been a while since I last posted here, I know. At least in update form… but things have been both complicated and yet completely and utterly boring in many ways. I’m in stasis, waiting for things to change so that I can move onto the more exciting things. I’m stuck in this town and making the best of it, trying my best to use the time to improve myself and get out of this rut I’ve been stuck in, and I’ve had moderate success at that. I’ve re-started The Artist’s Way with a group of lovely local ladies, and that’s helped me quite a bit – both in kickstarting my artistic life back up and in finding people to talk to and with. I’ve also been driving all the way across the city to a knit night group – why so far, you ask? Because they’re worth it. I have found that my weeks improve dramatically with both of these groups in it, so I make sure to get to both of them as much as I can. I feel welcomed, appreciated, and energized!

On the other end of the spectrum, I’m having the WORST time getting motivated. And I know it’s because I’m left to my own devices in this house where the only person that talks to me is the cat, and we all know he just wants the wet fud. I miss RL desperately. I miss being touched. And I keep trying but have the hardest time getting through my head that I can do things just for myself, it doesn’t need to be at least two people enjoying a cake or a big dinner or a movie or whatever.

Seven months to wait. It’s all the time in the world. It’s no time at all. It’s too long, but at the same time it’s flying by.

I write, as openly as possible, about my experiences with life, love, creativity, depression and not-depression. I share opinions. I promote compassion and change. I talk about music. I also write poetry and short stories. I like to share them here.

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