I want to wake up.
I want the last few months to be a nightmare. I'm ready to wake up from it now.
I've been... I don't know... kind of treading water. I've been binge watching Grimm and NCIS, playing Skyrim, generally not doing much. Well, now I've finished Grimm. I'm caught up to present episode on NCIS. Skyrim... well, I can take it or leave it.
The thing is, I've been doing these things since mom died, to kept myself occupied. Distracted, maybe. Now, I've finished those things... and a big part of me wants to start playing the Sims again and seriously working on my next Wyrd Tales story.
The feels like... I don't know... moving forward.
Like I've run out of excuses not to.
Which is foolish, because there are aways shows I can binge watch and I can replay Skyrim over and over and over and over again.
If I really wanted to, I could bury myself in those distractions.
So, I guess I don't want to.
I want to start my new story. I want to move forward.
So, I will.
Mom always loved the way I end these blog posts... because it's about moving forward. It's about not giving up and living my life. That one word always meant something profound about how I approach my illness, my challenges, my life.
So...
Onward
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