I haven’t thought much about this blog in a while – my heart certainly isn’t up to regularly posting here.
Life’s milestones make one pause and consider what’s important. My father died on May 24th of this year. He was 83 and up until last summer, he enjoyed reasonably good health and a happy lifestyle for someone his age. At least this is the story I’m sticking to so I don’t get lost in anger at the healthcare industry.
The circumstances of my father’s death are exhausting – lots of travel, lots of frayed nerves, lots of suppressed emotion. I’m still suppressing it.
I’m still not eating well. I’m still not moving. I’m still not journaling. I’d like to say that at least I’m not obsessed about it – but sometimes I am. Just less so.
I realize I sound depressed and disconnected. Perhaps I am. But I was becoming this way well before my father died. The thing is – I’m not worried about it. I have the tools to deal with the depression and I’m reconnecting with life in the ways that mean more to me now. And for now, social media, including my own blog, has little appeal to me.
I don’t know if I’ll post again or not. I’m not shutting the blog down. But I’m certainly not going to beat myself up for going months without a post.
Thanks to everyone who has been reading and all the support offered. I wish you all the best – and perhaps we will reconnect here at a later time.