Today I fully planned to finally update about everything since the move.
The pictures are piling up; stories will soon be forgotten.
But my brain is just not up to it.
Instead I'm sitting here, inexplicably sad, confused, and anxious.
The blues are back.
And while I'm confused about "why now?", I should probably be honest with myself.
There's a list of reasons.
But some are completely beyond my control, and others are decisions I've made. So it's too late.
Fixing this could mean changing everything.
Ignoring it means changing me.
Excuse me while I go crawl in a hole for awhile.
No need to thank me for the happy, uplifting post. You're welcome.