At a Loss For Words

A view of my KonMaried underwear drawer, all neat and tidy.

Late last summer, I stepped back from my duties at the bakery.

This was a planned move, and much-anticipated. We thought it would give me the time and space I needed to heal and to pursue more creative endeavours, which it totally did. But going from being busier than I wanted to be to having all the time in the world threw my often-troublesome thoughts into turmoil.

I’m in therapy now and it’s going really well. We’re KonMari-ing the heck out of the inside of my head and I have the ludicrous and giddy hope that one day it will look like my underwear drawer and my life will be nothing but serenity. Or maybe I’m missing the point…

Soon after I started that, I discovered the Curable app, which is for people who want to overcome chronic pain without the use of major pharmaceuticals. Also going well. Also involving a lot of digging into those often-troublesome thoughts. And writing exercises. Interspersed with meditation.

It’s been a lot of full-on me for the past six months and, honestly? I’m getting a little tired of myself. Which, given those ever-troublesome thoughts, leads me to think you must be, too.

I know I will get some new ideas, soon, likely as spring arrives.

In the meantime, if you have any questions for me, or anything you’ve always wanted me to write about, please let me know. I may not know what to say right now, but I would hate to lose contact with the wonderful community we’ve built here.

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