There is a lot going on in my head, and my life these days. Without going into too much detail on this ole' wide open interweb, my head and my heart are processing through easing my in laws through their own aging process, guiding my children through the teenaged years, balancing my physical and emotional needs with all I've said I would do at work and in the community, and being the best wife, friend, daughter, sibling, and person I can be.
My guess is it's fairly obvious that it's my needs that are taking the back burner... and as a result, my body has started yelling louder and louder that I need to listen or I'll be in a world of hurt. I keep thinking about the flying analogy-- in the unlikely event of a fall in cabin pressure, put on your own oxygen mask before assisting those near you. I have never been good at this... and as much as I know I need to get better, my actions are not matching my intentions.
I realized last night that I've put my head down and pushed through a lot of the issues without fully processing them. As an extreme extrovert, I don't do well when I don't talk about what's bothering me, and I haven't been talking enough. (I know-- that seems almost impossible.) And so back to the ole' blog I go, as a place to process my thoughts without driving my poor introverted husband into hiding.
I am going to be as cryptic as I can be (which is the whole reason I stopped writing in the first place-- trying to protect the privacy of others), but my health is suffering, and I need to get it out. And so out it shall get... although be warned, any resemblance of the names and situations described in the coming months to anyone you know is purely coincidental.