I tend to write more when my life feels like it’s spinning out of control and lately… well… I don’t even know if I want to say it out loud but *whispers* things have been going okay. Sshhh, don’t tell the universe.
I always tell my therapist that I don’t want to talk about the good stuff, because I don’t want to jinx it. Her famous line back to me is “Do you REALLY think that you’re that important to the universe?” Of course, my answer is yes, I DO think I’m that important… but seriously, I have always been like that, not wanting to ruin something by spilling it to other people. Obviously me spewing all of my problems all over the world isn’t so much of a problem, but the good things? Calm things, things that don’t tie my stomach in knots, things that don’t wake me up at night… those things are not to be talked about! So I’m taking a major step in saying that things are going okay, and I’ll probably go home to find the house is caved in or something.
Writing is my healing process, and I guess when I don’t have that much going on I tend to back off. I will try and remember to post about the good things too, like how Cole is growing up before my eyes and becoming such a wonderful and caring little boy, or how my husband has been extra loving AND did the sinkful of dishes that I thought were waiting for me when I got home, or that my apartment is wonderful and I will never take having my own home for granted ever, ever again.
But seriously… you didn’t hear this from me.