Seven Months
I've been...
A quitter. Smoke free for over 4 weeks now. ...yeah I think I was trying this quitting thing the last time I wrote too. That didn't work. This time it's for really real, no desire to go back.
Climbing ladders at work. (not) Crossing my fingers regarding the possibility of full time w/ benefits coming my way very soon, as well as the possibility of being able to finish my degree. This was something that I didn't think was at all important to me until I allowed myself to really consider it. It'll be a just for the paper thing, but even that is really... fine.
Meds free for over a year now. It's mostly ok. I still ride the roller coaster a bit. I'm getting used to it. ...most days...
Not dreaming much lately. That bums me out... Immensely, actually. Thinking that I need to get back into meditation. ...and yoga.
I've been journaling regularly these past months, but not really writing and that isn't the "same" either.
I feel as though I am in a place of slow transition. I'm changing, but it's not something that is immediately obvious to me. My life has been being softly tossed like clothes that I forgot to take out of dryer. I give them a quick tumble to smooth out those wrinkles from sitting...
It's good, but strange.