Personal Journal

  • Getting it back

    I’ve been having a really hard time getting back into my writing routine since coming home from Europe.  I’m sure at least part of that is getting back into work and that takes a lot of time and energy and writing starts getting back-burnered.  Part of it is probably just mental exhaustion of my job.  I put a lot of creativity and simply mental energy into my work and maybe it’s a finite resource… But part of it, I think, is I got out of the routine and it took a shit ton of work to get myself into the routine.  It took a lot of brute force for get…

  • Sick

    I’ve been fighting what I really really hope is a bug and not a new development of my disease.  I’ve been achy and miserable for over a week.  I have a sore throat and stuffy head that comes and goes, and I’ve felt like I had a fever a few times. Last night I was really sick, but today I seem back to the low-level crud. This could mean I’m being exposed to mold at work. I really don’t want that to be true.  That will probably mean quitting my job and…  I really don’t want to quit my job. I haven’t tested my work, partly because I’m terribly afraid…

  • Silly things

    So… cause this is just anxiety night… a visitor on my blog just popped up from the same town as me.  And I totally freaked out!  Because, you know, it’s not like there are a ridiculous number of people in this city, and probably it isn’t completely statistically unlikely that SOMEONE else in this city might be interested in the things I write about and might stumble onto my blog and look at it. But, in my anxiety brain, I’m going, “Holy shit!  Someone knows me!  They’ll recognize me on the street!” Sigh. And it isn’t any of the guys because I have little tags that tell me who a…

  • Insecurities

    I feel like we all spent the whole weekend talking.  I am seriously talked out.  But I am grateful that I am part of a family of people who believe in talking.  I am grateful that… that they, and I, are all willing and able to talk about what we want, what we feel, our insecurities and worries and perspectives.  And I am proud of all of us for how well we navigated… particularly today.  We were respectful, we listened, we assumed positive intent, we clarified rather than jumping to conclusions… (yes, even me!)  It was just a really mature and productive and fucking exhausting weekend.  But I feel a…

  • Recovery

    It’s been 24 hours, and we’re almost okay again.  I think that’s pretty good for us. I spent the evening curled up on the couch, with my legs on K and my head in Sir’s lap.  We watched a movie.  K and J are going to spend the night again.  SB is pretty okay.  I’m… mostly okay.  Sir is having the hardest time because he’s blaming himself.  But J said (after hearing every last detail from every person’s perspective) that it was just an unavoidable thing. This thing we do, this life we choose, it embeds certain inherent risks… physical risks, emotional risks, and… although we do all that we…

  • Crisis

    Things… aren’t good. K told me to write.  They’ll be here in about 45 minutes… but… I don’t… I don’t know… I don’t even know where to start. SB is sleeping.  Sir is downstairs. Things went really badly tonight, with Sir and SB.  And… I… Sir isn’t okay.  I don’t know if SB is okay… he just finally just fell asleep, so I left him in the bedroom and I went to find Sir and Sir isn’t okay, so I texted K and J but they are in the mountains, they’re coming back to town, but it will take another 45 minutes to get here. Fuck. I don’t think I’m…

  • I’m tired. I’m hungry. I just got home from work (7:30 P.M.) I had to wear nice clothes. My soul died a little.   I got home and Sir made me take a shower.  It’s a new routine.  I have to take a shower when I get home every day.  (Not because I stink, Sir decided I need a physical ritual of separation from work when I get home.)  I argued that I could just change clothes, but I lost the argument. Showering is kind of nice. It’s actually a pain in the ass, but being clean and wearing a T-shirt and yoga pants all evening is nice. I want…

  • Energy

    I have none. I was at work until 6:30.  That’s just ridiculous. We’re being filmed tomorrow. I’m supposed to dress up. They don’t understand how much I hate dressing up…

  • Reflection

    I spent a very long time writing that piece last night and I need to get to bed earlier tonight, so just a reflection on that experience right now…  It was nerve-wracking!  I rewrote the opening paragraph seven times… I was very anxious and panicky trying to write it.  But once I got into it, it started to flow and I found myself really enjoying it.  Just the initial panic attacks and fatalism were quite unpleasant. The thing I found the most difficult, though, was shutting up my perfectionism.  I kept telling myself, “Shitty first draft” (and this may help clarify why that is a useful term rather than judgmental…