I've just stopped editing blog entries from 2004. In reading over my many, many posts (roughly 140 pages comprising my blog from April to December) I realized again how essential writing is to my soul. Is it my soul? Whatever it is, I need to do it. It's therapeutic. Cathartic. There are times when I'm on a roll and the words effortlessly form themselves into strong and sturdy paragraphs. Other times I simply type from an exhausted brain and very little makes sense to even me.
So I'm back to writing for now. Trying to just sit down and see what comes. It will probably be bland more often than grand, but somehow I always have something to write about, even if there's nothing pressing to record.
I felt like I had more of a handle on today. I did dishes and some work on the computer. I thought about sorting receipts and entering them into the budget but I'm woefully behind. I never know how long I have when the girls nap, so it's the kind of job that is better done when I can set aside a few interruption-free hours.
I go back and forth over whether or not I should call my doctor and ask about decreasing my medication dosage. Some days I'm convinced that it's way too much and then other days I feel so good and so much like ME that I wonder - is it me? Or is it a result of the medications doing their job?
I just weighed myself. I'm still 15 pounds above my pre-pregnancy weight. I like this weight. For my height this is the weight I should be closer to. I know it's only 5.5 months since I gave birth and I'll probably gradually lose the rest but it would be nice to hold steady at this number. I need to work out and build some muscle.
I'm 90% sure I'll go ahead with a Squarespace account. The last few nagging questions I have will hopefully be resolved when I sign up.