Here I am. It is approximately 36 minutes until July 2 and I'm trying to write something witty so that I won't be deemed a liar. See, I told Aimee I would post again, but that I needed it to be the beginning of something...the week, the month, the school year, etc. I told her I would be sure to post today because it is the 1st. If you know me well you know that I can be a little obsessive compulsive. If I had not posted today I would have had to wait until August 1st or the beginning of next week or something like that.
So, where have I been. In a depression funk. I started to lie about that, but that's what has been keeping me away. I have a hard time starting things when I am not sure I can finish them and the depression generally assures me that I won't finish them and that in turn makes me more depressed and unable to start things. It's a cyclone of self-doubt. So, I'm dealing with it and so far, I have been able to start cleaning my home and stop without getting overwhelmed and sitting in the middle of the parking lot looking at all the pretty fireflies.
Fireflies. They are my closest link to the summers I had in Dallas. My cousins lived down the street and we were outside all the time. As long as we were in someone's yard by 9:oopm we could stay out until about 10 most nights. I remember catching fireflies (lightening bugs is what we called them) and people taking the sticky, glow glue off of the bugs to create bug-butt juice jewelry and facial moles. I don't think I ever took the stuff off, but I do know I spent a lot of time just looking at them.
Ahhh...summer!
Another thing I did a lot of in the summer was read. I will try to spend some time on this blog recounting my summer reading days of yore and talking about what I am reading these days.
For now, I'm just happy not to have missed my deadline. Thanks, Aimee!
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