Marbles - Pt 2

Two weeks later, all is well. There's still a random sock on the floor in the corner, a couple of empty water bottles under the bed, and I still can't find my headphones but by and large, the clutter around me has become much more manageable. Sometimes you just have to stop.... and BREATHE.

Marbles

It’s been a stressful few weeks. Mentally and emotionally, I am all but completely drained.

My baby had knee surgery a week and a half ago and has had a really rough go of it since. Thankfully, she’s on the mend now but it’s been a real struggle getting her there.

My job has very quickly become “where I work” which some won’t understand but suffice it to say, I need to get out of this place. I obviously missed a few memos – DROVES of people have left in the past few months, including all my reasons for staying as long as I have – but I’m present and accounted for now.

Are you watching Insecure? You may need to, to understand me when I say the finale was ripped from the headlines of my life.

Throw in a bag of marbles [read: other random shit not fit for mention] and stir. Sigh – where am I even going with this?

……..LOADING………

Not really sure. But maybe it’s self help – cause nobody can check on their strong friend who doesn’t wanna talk about it….. Or who couldn’t talk about it if she wanted to because your world is falling apart. Again.

I just know that when things become a blur, there’s a need to stop and take inventory. Sometimes it’s just not enough to say “I got a lot going on.” Sometimes I need to lay it all out; spread it across the bed, take a couple steps back, and LOOK at it.

So this is me, looking……

TBC