To be honest, I kinda feel like I've been phoning it in lately. I could trot out plenty of excuses: too busy hauling junk to the dump, eighteen loads of laundry a day, horses need to be massaged, really wrapped up in staring at the wall thinking about my next novel, catching up on sleep, really frickin' bummed out about whatever. That'd all be pretty much true. It's been Blog Lite around here for way too long.
I might be getting my groove back.
I'm feelin' it people. I don't know why -- the meds are working? summer? -- but something's slowly clicking into place... nothing visible, nothing drastic. The last 12 months have been a hard slog. Like walking through mud every day. The last six months in particular have been ridiculous, in a "When is this going to END" kind of way. Just one crappy thing after another. And I'm tired.
But I survived. I'm surviving. Still breathing. Got all my appendages and teeth. Sometimes it comes down to that, the simplest of gratitudes, and that's good enough.
I can't afford to celebrate by dying my hair pink (man I would love to dye my hair pink right now, wooooo hooo) but I could shake things up here at Hick Chic.
Thinking of a little redesign.
I'm so fond of the clean white background and pink headings, but I'm considering something different.
What do ya think?
I have no idea why it's so important to me that people I may or may not know should read all my rantings. But I like it.