I let a couple of weeks go by without blogging; it’s okay…it happens. Vacation came and went, and unfortunately, it wasn’t the time of relaxation I’d hoped it would be. It started on a good note; we got $158 for our dishes, which was about what I’d expected, so I’m satisfied with that. It’s also good to have them gone, even though the cabinets are still in dire need of both purging and rearranging. That’ll come at some point.
I think the vacation was doomed to start. I really wanted a big trip like we had last year where we went to different attractions, museums, and tours. I didn’t communicate that well, so we ended up in a cabin in Asheville.
It was a gorgeous cabin right on the French Broad River, but part of the withdrawal symptoms from going off this Celexa (I’ll do a post specifically on that in the future) is his terrible feeling of malaise and irritability, and having too much downtime lets my mind just sit in that place and the depression snowballs on itself and gets worse. That ended up being exactly what happened.
That’s not to say that there weren’t bright spots, though! We had campfires the first two nights.
And steak and eggs for breakfast Tuesday (steak cooked over the fire)!
We went to the Museum of Cherokee History.
It rained all day Wednesday, and then I woke up Thursday with a cold. I swear, this is the fourth vacation where I’ve gotten sick. We ended up leaving Thursday instead of Friday so I could be sick at home. The last year is the sickest I’ve ever been, honestly.
I’ve been struggling with feeling “stuck” lately. We’ve reached a bit of a crossroads in our lives right now and are trying to figure out where to go from here, and that’s been challenging. I haven’t been praying or reading the Bible like I should; I know that’ll give us clarity and probably show us what to do but, for whatever reason, it’s proven to be easier said than done.
It’ll all make sense in due time, I’m sure.
I can’t remember if I showed you guys my desk-skull. I made him a little do-rag so he’d look more badass. I have him sitting in front of my houseplant, and he makes me smile. Incidentally, everyone at my job has a piece of one original plant that my friend Cindy brought. We’ve all been growing them, and they’ve all crawled so much that they’re starting to take over the office. It’s our attempt to make the place less grey and fluorescent. I haven’t named my desk-skull, though. Any ideas?
Anyway, I’m past my mini-meltdown from yesterday, I think. I’ve decided that I’m going to let myself laze around until 10 or 11, and then I’ll hit my thesis introduction full-force. Part of my anxiety over this is that I haven’t had to work on it since February when I got my prospectus approved. Once I got that done, I had to focus on my class (Middle Eastern Lit), and by the time I was done with that, I was in the throes of my “chemical storm” )as my psychologist called it). So, really, the past few weeks have been the first time that I’ve actually been able to get my brain back in gear again. Unfortunately, I’ve forgotten most of what I worked on and now I’m left looking at the blank page and feeling overwhelmed because I don’t even know where to begin. I’ll get over it, though. I’ve got no choice.
One of the major things that I’ve discussed with my psychologist over the past couple of years has been my sense of practicality and how it pushes away anything else. I don’t take care of myself because I’m so busy trying to take care of everything else. My motto has always been, “the world’s not going to quit spinning, and I’ve got to do my job, so I’ve just got to suck it up and get over it.” I’ve been so busy trying to “suck it up” that I forget that it’s okay to take care of myself, that it’s not frivilous to put up Christmas decorations or to want to re-do my living room in earth tones and owls…that knitting isn’t a waste of my time…that a day trip to the mountains to hike is actually good for me.
I’m glad it’s going to be rainy for the next couple of days. It’s always easier to concentrate on writing when it’s rainy outside. I have absolutely no idea why.
On an unrelated note, Joey moved our recliner back into the living room from the office. I think someone else is enjoying it more than he is, though…
It’s just a matter of time before she realizes that I’m not going anywhere today and crawls up into my lap, rendering me incapable of moving but desperately needing to get up to pee.
Yes, we’re home. We got in Tuesday evening (two hours later than we were supposed to, thanks to stupid DELTA Airlines) and I went back to work yesterday (probably not the best decision because I was mostly worthless). The wedding site was beautiful; Bridal Veil Lakes, a private park, gave the bridal party the run of the place for the entire day, including the lake and canoes. Joey got lots of beautiful pictures, but I’ll just post mine because some are going to Tobacco Road Creations! Stay tuned for more on that:).
That was a park bench that sat on a ledge over a rushing stream (it was rushing pretty quickly and was LOUD!).
The pine trees there were huge; it was incredible to see, since we mow down any tree that gets to be tall here in Charlotte….and then replace it with a smelly Bradford Pear Tree. I got a pic of Joey shooting a pic so you could get an idea of just how much the trees were. It was amazing.
As far as the rest of Portland? There was Powell’s Book Store. There was the Portland Zoo. There was Extremo the Clown.
And, thank goodness, we are now home. For all of my gripes about Charlotte politics, money mismanagement, and government corruption, I was ready to kiss the ground when we finally got off the plane. There is truly no place like home.