Last year ended on a high note. I started a new job, career really, the last week of December, had an essay published on Better After 50, was fleshing out a couple of other ideas for essays. All writing came to a screeching halt once immersed in my new position. I’ve had to learn basically everything and I mean everything. I’m working in a different industry and am starting from zero…or pretty close to it. I don’t know any of the language or terms used, none of the buzz words or acronyms; google is my best friend. The company’s partners and my co-workers have been wonderful and I love getting up and going to work everyday. But, at the end of the day I’m exhausted.
I never fully understood why Bill wanted nothing more than to eat dinner, maybe take a walk, watch some TV and relax when he got home from a 10 hour work day. Honey, I get it now. Since December 28th I’ve been coming home, eating dinner, watching a little TV, reading a couple of pages of a book and falling asleep from the sheer exhaustion of using my brain all day. I love it! I really do. I look forward to each day. While my blog posts and writing have suffered I’ve come to believe I’ll reach a balance; I’ll work, blog, write again.
Then eleven days ago one of my very dear friends was involved in a freak accident and suffered a very serious injury. She’s made some teeny improvements, her progress will be measured in tiny increments, but my heart is with her and her husband. I want to spend most of my time with them and our circle of friends.
I’ve checked in with a couple of bloggers very randomly and sparingly but do miss regularly reading your posts. My head and my heart just aren’t here right now, they’re needed elsewhere. Hope to get back here soon and catch up on all I’ve missed.