I'm not going to pretend right now that anything is remotely ok. Yesterday after 20 lovely months, I finally got my friend back. My emotions and hormones have been raging. My mind is racing. Josh and I are arguing. I have some time off, and all I want is to have some peace and quiet. Actually I don't really have three days off. I have side work going on, need to rearrange some appointments, draw, go in to do some barter pieces, get my licensing requirements for two tattoo state tattoo licenses. I can't even spell the word, license. Ok there I did it. The house work is piling up too. There is constant cleaning of the downstairs, but the upstairs is disgusting. I can't remember the last time the bathrooms were cleaned, and I think the grime in the toilets is evolving into a new species. There's so much to take care of, I can't even focus on one thing.
Thankfully I made a list. Hopefully writing this I can start to prioritize, but then wouldn't that mean making another list. You know you're caught in a funk when you start doing writing and revising list rather than actually doing anything.
I'm going to talk my way through this. I need to take some deep breaths. In and out. In a nd out. Ok I'm off.