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If anyone is still here, so am I.
Maintaining status quo. Still fighting the good fight. I’m 36 this year. I don’t know when I got old. I don’t know when doctor visits became lectures of cholesterol and vaginal atrophy (surgically induced menopause, enough said) and foot examinations. I don’t know when I started enjoying the gray of my hair and the lines on my face. I don’t know when I aged, but I am grateful for it. I’m still here.
Single. One cat. Same job, at the BW. I do a lot of pot now, I have a ND MMJ card, says it’s legal. I’m also on Wellbutrin for heyyy depression and anxiety. It helps, I think. In the midst of a global pandemic and I’m as self centered (literally and figuratively) as I’ve ever been. Still love the boy. Still watching him search for me in someone else. I hope he finds it. My sister is studying to be a youth pastor. I lost religion when I found God, at the end of my sanity lying in a hospital bed. I’m proud of her and she understands that my relationship with God is complicated and informal, but solid. It’s nearly Christmas, somehow. I’m pretty sure it was just March. I don’t know how time can move so fast but not at all.
263. Remember that, self, it’s important.
Anyway, these updates are for me, mostly. To remember. That’s all.
Maintaining status quo. Still fighting the good fight. I’m 36 this year. I don’t know when I got old. I don’t know when doctor visits became lectures of cholesterol and vaginal atrophy (surgically induced menopause, enough said) and foot examinations. I don’t know when I started enjoying the gray of my hair and the lines on my face. I don’t know when I aged, but I am grateful for it. I’m still here.
Single. One cat. Same job, at the BW. I do a lot of pot now, I have a ND MMJ card, says it’s legal. I’m also on Wellbutrin for heyyy depression and anxiety. It helps, I think. In the midst of a global pandemic and I’m as self centered (literally and figuratively) as I’ve ever been. Still love the boy. Still watching him search for me in someone else. I hope he finds it. My sister is studying to be a youth pastor. I lost religion when I found God, at the end of my sanity lying in a hospital bed. I’m proud of her and she understands that my relationship with God is complicated and informal, but solid. It’s nearly Christmas, somehow. I’m pretty sure it was just March. I don’t know how time can move so fast but not at all.
263. Remember that, self, it’s important.
Anyway, these updates are for me, mostly. To remember. That’s all.
