So what happens now?

I feel as though I’m in a weird holding pattern. I’ve done some things and now I’m at that weird inflection point where I feel like maybe I should be doing more but I don’t know that I really need to do more at this exact moment. I don’t want to do stuff just for the sake of doing stuff but I also don’t want to lose momentum by not doing anything. (Another suitcase in another hall)

I think part of what I actually need is to spend a bit of time this weekend just NOT. I’ve had a busy few weeks, a lot happening in a short period of time, and I have never been one to process quickly. What’s promising is that I continue to feel hopeful, and that’s something I don’t think I could have said a month ago. It seems that this magic cocktail of action, connection, and medication is a very good one for me. God willing I’ll be able to throw regular exercise into that mix and I’ll be unstoppable. (Take your picture off another wall)

So for the moment, I’m going to sit here listening to Willie Nelson (The Last Thing I Needed First Thing This Morning), reading my library book, and enjoying some solitude before I have to pick up the boy and head out to what is guaranteed to be a shitshow of a soccer game.

You’ll get by, you always have before.