I find myself feeling boredom a lot lately. Things bore me. Lots of people bore me. My therapist (yes I’m seeing a therapist again) says it’s okay for me to just take some time for myself to heal and adapt and adjust to my new single life. Logically I know she’s correct, but I can’t help but hear the whispers of guilt in my ear that says “you’re stagnant… you’re not DOING anything…”
In 2017 I had a very concrete goal. It took me a long time to build up enough internal courage to start working on that goal. It was a huge life change, leaving my marriage, and the strength it took was boosted mostly by adrenaline.
They say that change is only made when staying the same hurts more than changing. I feel in my blood that there is more change coming for me. I get a lot of people asking me when I’m going to write again, but I’m still fighting the depression that keeps me from doing the things I used to love. The fact that I’m here today says a lot about how far I’ve come.
The good news is I’m starting to get ideas for new blog entries. I’m contemplating a Frugal February meal plan. We shall see! Anyway, thought I’d actually publish something here for a change. I’m not dead: I’m becoming the butterfly.