…or at least I will be.
If you’ve been following my blog recently (which is likely, if you’re reading this), you may have noticed a somewhat darker trend to my writings. The thing is, I haven’t had much down time lately. It’s basically been one thing after another since early August straight through this weekend. Requesting weekends off has a nasty habit of creating long work “weeks” (this past one being eight days long, one before that being eleven). I haven’t been getting much sleep, or as much spoon-regeneration time as I’d like (or need). I’ve been working a lot, then coming home to work on projects fro my hobbies. This does not tend to have the best effect on one’s psyche.
But the end is in sight. After this weekend, I will have more free time, and there isn’t really anything pressing on the horizon that isn’t at least a few months off. I hope to catch up on sleep, slack off a bit without feeling guilty, and start clawing my way back to my usual cheery(?) self.
I’m sorry if my posts recently have worried you, but they are indeed a reflection of the places my mind can go. I don’t talk about them much, and even then only to a select few. I tend to keep my problems to myself, and this can result in things appearing better than they often are. That may not be the most comforting, I know, but this state of mind is not a first for me. I’ve gone into and come out of many Funks so far, and will likely continue to do so.
So I hope in the near future to be able to provide you with more lighthearted insights and, dare I say, entertainment. Thanks for sticking around as the Drama Llama stampeded through my life.