I’ve been MIA.
What started out as writer’s block (and would have been a perfectly valid reason for taking a break), turned into author’s apathy, both of which were compounded by a facebook addiction, my return to work, a change or ten in family dynamics, and having my second seizure in a seven month span. Not cool. I’ve taken a bit longer bouncing back from the seizure, and though I look “okay” on the outside, my thought processes have been glitchy and blank, which has made it just about impossible to form a coherent thought from start to finish, which has caused me to feel vulnerable in my relationships and attempts at conversation, which have taught me a new coping strategy, being quiet. I’m still learning.
I did get to add significantly to my prayer journal, I’ll share some of that in the next little bit. I wish I could say all of my time was productive, but I do feel that I have had a pretty good rest, even if it was self-imposed.
The past couple days, I’ve felt the familiar pinging of ideas, questions, ponderings, and connections being made in my little brain, and so, since I process best by verbalizing (or writing), I decided to get over myself, and celebrate the first Sunday of advent by attempting to get some of it into some decent blog content.
That reminds me.