So not a lot going on.
Which is amazing, frankly.
I was asked recently about going back to get my PhD, and I had this immediate reaction of NO WAY IN HELL that was even more visceral than my usual reaction to the idea of more grad school, so of course I started poking at why I reacted so much to it. And the answer is … I don’t even want to think about anything life-upending this year.
We have had a lot of upheaval in the past two years. Scott’s dad died, his mom moved in with us, my aunt and cousin moved back down, the kid started middle school, I had a health scare, we evacuated for a hurricane, I changed jobs, Scott has had job fluctuations galore, we sold our house and bought a new one, let’s not even discuss politics and climate change …
It’s been a lot, yo.
Recently I’ve been feeling super overwhelmed. Just a lot of … stuff. But slowly I’m getting a handle on it, I think? I also started reading the Bullet Journal book, which is making me think about my planner and how I need to adapt it, rethink how I’m using it, and get back into thinking about what I do every day. And also figuring out what parts of my routine I need to adjust or drop entirely.
I finished a story, started sending out novel submissions. I have a lot of ideas for my day job, and I’m excited about them. I’m getting a routine at home.
If 2019 is a year of settling (as in, things are settling, not I am settling for anything) … well, that would be awesome. And I would like to not do anything to disturb that, if at all possible.