See, what happened was *gestures wildly all around with my mini American flag* and that set me back as I took time to recover. January 6’s insurrection was exhausting then saddening then maddening, all leading to curling up again in the super soft blankie for days, then time warped until January 20, then hope! BIG sighs of relief! The narcissist is gone. So, too, then the daily triggers reminiscent of past experiences. Oh, how I enjoy boring government press briefings that could put a sloth to sleep and not checking the news every five minutes to make sure a nuclear attack isn’t starting because someone’s tiny feelings got hurt. I’m calm and relax-y and I think, “I miss my blog!” so I sign into WordPress and…. *faints*…. my last post was January 5. I was just saying last night to someone how I feel like somehow a week or two disappeared into the ether — are they in a lost and found box somewhere?Read More
It’s been 24 days since my last post, but I thought it’s only been, like, two weeks. So maybe we’ll go with that? Let’s talk about My Carona.
Every person, every place starts in the same way — new, pristine (even if only for a minute). Some never change. Some improve. And some, well, this happens. I can’t help but wonder why. What’s the story?