It is a gorgeous, breezy, sunny Saturday, though I haven’t ventured out. I’ve been spending quality time with my laundry, tidying up a bit, while listening to the songs of my youth, Deep Forest (1992), and Enigma (1999). I spent an insane amount of tries typing in a password for this blog, and finally got it, so I figured I better write something.
Last time, I posted about my good week, and I’ve felt pretty stable since, only a few bad days if I remember it right. (My weeks are mostly a blur still.)
Once I finally cracked my own password, I ended up on my About page and read what I had written when I started it. I said…
“…that I wasn’t going to try and put a positive spin on my life …. I wasn’t going to pretend that my depression hasn’t been the biggest influence on my life, that is hasn’t been all consuming. Because it has. I literally cannot remember a time in my life that I did not suffer from this Monster.
So there you have it. This is my depressing but honest blog about my struggle with my larger-than-life Monster D. You may find that it doesn’t all fit under the umbrella of depression. You may find that there are Points of Light and Everyday Life. I’m hoping that those posts will one day outnumber the rest.”
I’m not keeping score, but…maybe I should be? Are there enough points in my Points of Light? Considering how many years I’ve been doing this, I don’t think so. But today I’m going to count my blessings. Literally.
But…before I do that, did I mention that I switched jobs about a year ago? I don’t think I did. Well…I switched jobs. The family program I was working in ended, and they decided to expand the adult learning program, so that is where I work now. The last post I wrote that even mentioned my job was “Update on this whole life thing” back in 2014! I previously worked as a proofreader at a print house otherwise known as The Hellmouth, and then I somehow clawed my way out after many years, and found a job that was the complete opposite. Here’s my post about that memorable interview: “The Interview–sing little monkey, sing!”
Blessings are to be counted….
- I’ve been getting pretty comfortable in parts of my new-ish job, namely, doing learner assessments.
- I went to my first work-related committee meeting that I was kind of coerced into, and it went well. (And by “went well” I mean I didn’t feel wildly out-of-place and anxiety-ridden.)
- Ever since I started this new position I’ve had to redefine what it means to be “organized”. I’m so busy and this job is so full of grey areas and an office-crazy I can’t begin to explain, that everything was starting to slip between the cracks. Happy to say, I made a significant dent in the mounds of chaos in my office this week.
- It’s no longer WINTER!!! Yes, we may have skipped spring altogether and yes, the mosquitos have been frothing at their disgusting little mouths to suck my blood every time I step outside, but it’s not winter! I can step outside in slippers and no coat! I can walk to the park and read a book! I don’t have to scrape the ice and frost off my car every single morning! This is cause to celebrate.
- Though by most normal adult standards, my tiny little place is messy as fuck, but to me, I see the improvements. I’ve been doing pretty good with my “10-minute tidies”. This is my way of motivating myself to do those things that seem to come naturally to others. I set the timer on my phone for ten minutes, and I committ to doing as much cleaning as I can in that time. Often, once I’ve started I don’t mind it so much so I keep going.
- I’ve had some straight up belly laughs last week at my SO’s place. Sometimes going there doesn’t do much for my mental health (some other time), but last week he mostly made me laugh with his silliness and impersonations. Belly laughs need to be cherished. They are gold.
And on that note, I will leave you with some of the sounds of my youth. Enjoy!