I've been quiet this past week. Apart from my rant against forced sexiness and my fingerless mittens pattern, I have struggled to write anything.
I promised myself I would not write if it was only to complain and not: a) be funny about it, or b) have a solution about it. I also promised I would not write about work in any real or present way.
That made this last week one of enforced blog silence.
I have a difficult time writing when I am in the throws of something bad. Afterwards, I have no problem. I can see the end of it all and I have really great ability to deconstruct things once they are completed. Then I have wit and insight and understanding.
Until then, I'm just effing miserable.
Since last week, I have gone back to seeing a counsellor. I have started a new series of books I am highly entertained by. I have started reading a book on getting past hurts, unblocking myself from them, and finding a way to be creative while doing so. I have started cooking more things (more on that tomorrow... oy vey.)
I will likely have to start and restart things over and over again. But, I'm going to keep doing them.