Yeah, so I'm back. I do tend to dip in and out of things. I usually loop back. Life is not a linear thing with me. Sometimes it's kind of like a bunch of parallel universes (is that the plural form?). The past, present and/or future sometimes line up in interesting ways.
Not really a lot to catch up with, from September to today. Isn't that pathetic? But it's the truth. I do pretty much go dormant in the winter; it's just my species. I don't really bud and bloom til there's more light and warmth.
I wake up. I feed the cats and walk the dog. I drive to work. I work (which I love dearly, but in the end it is work). I drive home. I eat. I go to sleep. Lather, rinse and repeat.
Sometimes there are little blips on the radar. I talk to an old friend. I make a great find at a thrift store. A flower blooms. A new song.
Other than the moments of incredible human connection that occur in my work as a therapist...I feel a little bit numb, that I'm floating through the days. Not unhappy, just quiet. Observant. I'm not sure about content. Maybe.
Should there be more?
