When I walked into the kitchen this morning the microwave clock stared back at my and read 5:00.
Huh?!?!? I thought, all bleary-eyed.
But yes, it was 5 in the morning. I have no idea why I was up at that hour. I thought certain my alarm had gone off, the alarm set for 6 a.m. Nope. I must be hearing or imagining things.
No surprises there.
So I am up and I guess I’ll stay up. I have wanted to update this blog for a while now, and with the extra time this morning, I hope I can pump out something worth posting.
On the 19th I finished a 10-week online class called, Writing the Personal Essay. I walked away from the class with three 3,500 word essays, and I’m exhausted. I took last week ‘off’ to rest and figure out where to channel my writing next. I’m flying in circles with the loss of a directional tool.
To put it mildly, I’ve had ‘issues’ with my Dad in the past.
But on December 30, 2016 as he and I talked on the phone about the new year, he said to me, “Robin you are on a new train with a new conductor.”
Twenty-two days into 2017. Outlook good.
I’ve been working on a list of intentions and a few ‘words’ to keep in mind for the New Year. My intentions are sort of like resolutions, but I don’t see them as things that only apply to 2017. I see my intentions as ways of life for me moving forward.
via Daily Prompt: Enthusiasm
This morning I found myself with extra time before taking the kids to school. Everyone was fed, lunch packed and I had had alone time before everyone woke up. This NEVER happens. But I embraced it because I am prepared for the next few days and ready for Christmas with a healthy dose of enthusiasm to ‘play’ and soak in the joy and emotion of the season.
Last January I stopped drinking. I’d been having trouble with my moods and well-being. My psychiatrist was in the midst of adjusting my meds, and I was well on my way to accepting that I have a bipolar disorder that needs treated. Alcohol didn’t seem like a good companion while we were trying to find the right dosage and I was trying to sort out suppressed emotions.
Well the kids are off to school after the delay, and I made it to my psychiatry appointment.
Just a few updates in the spirit of me documenting my journey with bipolar disorder…