CAUTION: Woman In Progress

This was a chill weekend in the sense that I didn't really interact with anyone and barely left my house. What did I do, then? Well, Saturday I rearranged the furniture in my living room which lead to sweep up a massive (and gross) amount of dog hair since I don't usually move my entertainment console to sweep under it. Same with the couch/love seat, end table. Which also lead to dusting and mopping. AND THEN, I hated the new arrangement so I put it all back to where it was. Well, most of it. Maybe I'll post pics later. I was too tired to do pics Saturday. Yesterday I didn't go to church because I was exhausted from Saturday but I still had to go into town to return a DVD to Redbox. While in town, I stopped by Popeye's and FINALLY tried their magical chicken sandwich. haha Y'all, it was good but wait in the drive-thru for an hour good? Nah. Fortunately, all the hype has died down in my town. That's the only reason I stopped and got one. As for comparing ...

She snuggles against me and rests her head on my boob at least once every night. She'll often look up at me with those big brown eyes and it's like I can hear her telling me she loves me. She's why I get up every day. 💓

I haven't done one of these in ages! They used to be a staple on this blog, back in the day when I was excited to share my "daily life" with the internet. The past several years, as a bit of depression and self-loathing gripped me, I talked myself into believing in that nobody really cared to know what my weekends were like or what was really going on with my life. And that may be true. But this is my blog so I'll just write what I want to. Honestly, I've been struggling a bit in recent weeks. Not with the sad or self-loathing part of depression, but with the struggling to focus on routine things. My attitude toward my job has been rather apathetic in the sense that by noon I'm mentally drained and all I want to do is go home. It's not that my job is hard or that I don't get along with anyone. It's not even that I hate my job--I don't. I am just struggling in this phase of wanting to be anywhere but in my office. I guess you could call it ...

So, I'm only 28 pages into my writing project. Not because I'm not inspired, just been busy. The funniest thing that's happened since I started writing again is when I opened up the word doc the other day, I was shocked to discover that an entire scene I'd written wasn't actually on the page. Had it not saved? I was genuinely perplexed. It took me a hot minute to realize that it's a scene I'd played out in my head a few mornings before but hadn't actually written! I have the horrible habit of "writing" scenes in my head when I'm in bed or driving and I forget that I never actually wrote it. *facepalm* Needless to say, I had to try to remember what I'd imagined and I'm pretty sure it's not nearly as good as my early morning inspiration had been. It's really fun exploring these characters again but in the scope of  all of us (me the writer and the characters) being older with a whole new set of life experiences behind us. I ...