Life and Love

Some days I don't even feel like getting out of bed. I am warm under my blanket and it's still dark, thanks to my wonderful curtains. Once I do drag myself out of bed, I trudge my way to the bathroom, wash my face, and brush my teeth. Then I make my way to the kitchen and either make a pot of coffee or grab a glass of water. I then check my glucose count and take my vitamins. This drudgery goes on every day, even weekends. I don't have an outside job due to my worsening anxiety and I rarely go anywhere other than walking my dog Moo. It's beginning to put a damper on my relationships.

My relationship with my husband has seen its ups and its downs, just like any marriage. We have been married for 12 years now and I love my husband more today than I did back then. We have grown a great deal over those years and we are better for it. With my anxiety problem my husband has adjusted and let me just say, he is a blessing when it comes to the hard stuff. He doesn't let me get away with stuff, nor does he let me hibernate in the house. He pushes me to walk Moo and visit my sister. I am walking Moo more but I still need to work on the driving to my sisters house.

What all this boils down to is, my husband loves me no matter what I do or how depressed I get. Sure we still have our fights, but when it comes down to it, he helps me when things are rough. We are not short on troubles but even in those times we know that as long as we stick together, we will survive.

Willow Tree

The year 2006 was the time in my life I learned about myself. I figured out I was not the weak girl everyone, including myself,  thought I was. I wasn't as strong as an oak tree...I was more like a weeping willow. I could move freely in the wind, bending this way and that way, all the while staying intact. Someday I hope to figure out I am actually an oak.  I finally learned that year, that no matter what I went through, I would survive.

So, when you feel like your life is falling apart, think about all the other times trouble invaded your life.  Did you survive? Learn about yourself and decide what you are...an oak tree or maybe a willow.

Moving Again

I didn't realize that life could be so full of boxes. I have learned that with moving all the time it was cost effective to buy some plastic bins to pack items into instead of using cardboard. Now there is a bin for almost everything. My book collection, dishes, crafting supplies, photos, clothes and electronic items and accessories all have their own permanent bin. Yes, we have to store the empty bins. It is worth it because now my moving can be more organized. And for those of you who know me...you know I am NOT organized.

We are trying to move to a bigger place. I need a place that I can write, without the sound of a television or loud voices. So we need a third bedroom. With a bigger place comes a bigger rent. Hopefully, I will be able to start refining my writing skill and be able to actually find a magazine to write articles for. I still work on my stories, perhaps one of those will be a hit. One of these days I will finish my novel. But I need income.

I choose to try writing articles because of my anxiety problem. Going outside is less appealing with every day. Being in close proximity to others is even worse. Nothing against other people, but I do tend to panic.

Sleep calls to me.