What I Did On My Summer Vacation
Whoa. How is it September? I haven’t posted on here for a couple of months. Summer has been busy, but in a way that I didn’t notice how busy it was.
I quit my job in June after the beginnings of a nervous breakdown started to creep in again. This time I asked for help sooner than later. I saw the same doctor I went to in February, and despite my misgivings, decided to give medication a chance. I’m glad that I did. At first I didn’t notice anything different, and there was no big “Aha!” moment, but I just began noticing that I could leave the house without panic, and that I wanted to talk to people again. Medication may not be for everyone, but I’m glad I got over whatever stigma was around it in my head, because I feel like I’m back to being myself for the first time in a long time.
I started attempting my own business - which is a slow process and not turning a profit at all, but still somehow satisfying. After being unemployed for a month, I started a new job at a bookstore for the millionth time. Okay, maybe not millionth, but at least eighth. But this particular store is awesome and I’m happy there.
My amazing mom was diagnosed with Merkel Cell Carcinoma this summer. It was caught just in time, and she is sailing through chemo treatments with a little fatigue, but also with beauty and strength. If someone ever tells me I’m just like my mother, I’ll be thrilled.
Regular stuff has happened, too. Life doesn’t stop just because you have other things happening. We worked on our backyard so much in the last month or so. It’s now big and open and I love it. I need to work on a party/cookout type event before the weather won’t allow it. I spent a lot of time with my family this summer, which is always great. I can’t believe my little cousins are back to school. And I can’t really call them little anymore. The youngest started kindergarten last week, and her older brother started his second year on the football team. Time flies.
Overall, things are good. Maybe the best part of all of this is that I’ve felt my creativity coming back. I’ve wanted to write, and sing, and make things. I feel so much better when I’ve finished a project of my own. I started making jewelry at the beginning of summer, and when I finish working on a piece, I’m excited about it. I want to share it with people and tell them about it. These are unusual things for me, at least in the last few years, so I’m glad that it’s becoming a regular occurrence.
I’m hoping to post more on here. I’d like to get back to writing. I would love to write a story that is longer than a few paragraphs, and possibly even try Nanowrimo this year. We’ll see what happens. For now, I’m just glad that I’m back (for the most part) to being myself.
