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spryngWell, I was going to write this morning, but the Toddler again apparently only requires 7 hours of sleep. At this point, I'm honestly envious of his low sleep requirements. I'm just so tired all the time.
Taking a step back from all things publishing seems to be helping, though. I had a few days of extreme FOMO, and then just straight up relief. The constant reminder of everything I wasn't doing, wasn't able to do, was just such a drag. I've better accepted that I may just never work my way back into publishing, or if I do, it's going to be years and years yet, instead of the previously hoped-for just around the corner. Which has taken the pressure off for now and actually allowed me to write a little here and there.
Not a lot - but that doesn't matter, does it?
IDK if it helps that I've also been stupidly sick for almost a month now. CG brought home some kind of respiratory virus that took me out at the knees for two weeks and now I just sound like an 18th century London orphan. The coughing is frustrating but I no longer need to sleep 10+ hours a day and I was able to return to crossfit this week, so things are improving, if slowly. I did try to see a doctor, but when even the urgent care canceled my appointment -- twice -- I got the hint. My own doctor didn't have availability until May, lol.
Between not being able to run & not being able to write, I've been struggling with depression again. But I'm clawing my way back out of it and tomorrow is a write-in I helped organize, so hopefully seeing/being around other writers will help.
My wife, meanwhile, is out of town to give a presentation on her Science. It's so funny sometimes--she's been obliged to take people out to dinner and do all this socializing lately and she hates it. Meanwhile, I'm desperate for any form of human interaction. If only we could switch that part up; if only I could download enough of her Science to socialize on her behalf, be her public face, and then she could happily hide in her lab.
And now Toddler is crying so I'd better go.
Taking a step back from all things publishing seems to be helping, though. I had a few days of extreme FOMO, and then just straight up relief. The constant reminder of everything I wasn't doing, wasn't able to do, was just such a drag. I've better accepted that I may just never work my way back into publishing, or if I do, it's going to be years and years yet, instead of the previously hoped-for just around the corner. Which has taken the pressure off for now and actually allowed me to write a little here and there.
Not a lot - but that doesn't matter, does it?
IDK if it helps that I've also been stupidly sick for almost a month now. CG brought home some kind of respiratory virus that took me out at the knees for two weeks and now I just sound like an 18th century London orphan. The coughing is frustrating but I no longer need to sleep 10+ hours a day and I was able to return to crossfit this week, so things are improving, if slowly. I did try to see a doctor, but when even the urgent care canceled my appointment -- twice -- I got the hint. My own doctor didn't have availability until May, lol.
Between not being able to run & not being able to write, I've been struggling with depression again. But I'm clawing my way back out of it and tomorrow is a write-in I helped organize, so hopefully seeing/being around other writers will help.
My wife, meanwhile, is out of town to give a presentation on her Science. It's so funny sometimes--she's been obliged to take people out to dinner and do all this socializing lately and she hates it. Meanwhile, I'm desperate for any form of human interaction. If only we could switch that part up; if only I could download enough of her Science to socialize on her behalf, be her public face, and then she could happily hide in her lab.
And now Toddler is crying so I'd better go.
