Once upon a time, I had a blog. And it made me happy. People read it. And that made me happy.
Then life punched me in the face.
The last year and a half has sucked balls. There's no other way to put it. My Aunt Billie died. Then I got diagnosed with sleep apnea. Then my Aunt Erlene died. Then I got a pinched nerve in my neck and my doctor started talking about surgery. Then I found out my dad was sick. Then I got an infection in my eye that could've put me in the hospital. Then my house got broken into. Then my dad got sicker. Then a whole bunch of other sh*t happened. Then my grandpa got sick. Then my dad died. Then my toilet died.
See? I'm not a ball of fun anymore. I say 'anymore' because I used to think I was. Fun. Now I'm just sad.
Last week was a good week, though. One of my besties surprised me by showing up at my house on Monday, the day from hell. My sister posted a hilarious unicorn picture on Facebook for me just when I needed a laugh. (Oh, yeah. I have a sister. Most of you probably don't know that. We connected last fall.) I painted my fingernails. I watched The Hunger Games. I got challenged in Song Pop (love.this.game). I got to see Wendy and her family Saturday. I went to a birthday party Sunday that turned into an impromptu date for Billy and I. And I made some stuff (post to come).
I'm hoping to keep the momentum of last week going, hence the blog post. Kind of like testing the waters, venturing out into the world again. Blah, blah, blah.
I'm not making any promises. I'm not here to depress you all (which I think this post might do). But, I need to do something to break out of this funk and this might just help.