Frozen Nowhere

 If you read the last blog entry, you’ll see that I have put a lot of pressure on myself to be something that I wasn’t ready to be. Quite frankly, that pressure had further reaching consequences other than relationships. The fact that this was pressing on my consciousness, that I wasn’t feeling comfortable confronting the situation, that I was spending so much time NOT talking about the “purple elephant in the room” (to borrow a turn of phrase from Serin, from his seemingly DEAD podcast “Sentinal World” — and yes, that is a not-so-subtle reminder that you haven’t posted anything since July!!) that I had bound myself to not say ANYTHING at all about ANYTHING.
 
So…  here I am… back again, and once more willing to write and be HONEST

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This is where I put the disclaimer: If you will be hurt dealing with my HONEST to goodness TRUE feelings, see the disclaimer. If you know me in real life, and will feel that this should be fodder for a lengthy conversation, please either stop reading now and find something more interesting to do, or read at your own risk.

 
Thank you, you may proceed

Well… I have been a bad blogger and a bad podcaster lately. I have intended to write, and intended to record the podcast… and yet I haven’t done it. 

And why not?

Well… there have been a number of issues:

1.  the last time I went to record a podcast my landlords, who at that time lived in the suite above me, had decided to refinish the floors, which meant scraping and pounding on the floor above my living room and bedroom ALL night every night. 
2. That lasted about a week, then I had the kids, which meant less time at night to do it (but I could have if I could have stayed awake long enough to do so)

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I’m still around… just…

Well… not busy, but not really writey either. I have sat down to write a billion times, only to have other things interrupt me. And its been very irritating. This whole week has, despite asking for time to myself, been taken up by other people… and despite how NICE they have been, sometimes even 1 hour of time drains what little mental energy I have in a day — I had only made plans for Monday night and Thursday night, and yet my time was in demand Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday AND Thursday… and I didn’t even get as much housework done as I wanted to…