I’ve been blogging for various websites for more than a decade and I know how bad it is to pull an Irish Goodbye on your blog. And still, that’s what I did. I’m sorry.
I’m a pretty good juggler, at least metaphorically speaking. In January, I launched this blog as a side project to my full-time job. Then, I added a full load of grad school classes to the mix. Then, I started planning a wedding. And another wedding. I’ll explain why I had two weddings (to the same lucky guy) in another post.
I am such a good juggler that I’ve been known to keep all my balls in the air, and just lose my sanity instead. I start to get overwhelmed by all of the things I have planned or committed to do. Sometimes these things do not matter at all. Sometimes they matter a great deal. But by then, my anxiety has kicked in to make me think that everything on my to-do list— even little things like making sure the quotation marks in my term papers are consistent — is equally important. And when I’ve been anxious for a while, my depression starts to seep back into my life. Anxiety is like super food for my depression. But, I rationalize, "Look at all I am juggling! Obviously, I AM FINE." By this point I am clearly not fine.
This summer, when I started to slip, I let a ball drop. It was Psyched. It didn’t feel good. I wish I had either been able to handle it all or taken on less to begin with, but I am proud of myself for putting my mental health before my to do list.
As summer comes to an end, I’m really looking forward to getting back to blogging. I have so much to share with you and I’d love to hear what you want to read about. Drop me a line.