Sorry for the extreme lack of posting. I've been rather introverted and, to be honest, not exactly sure what readers want to read from me. Granted, I do need to post about our Christmas trip to Iceland (to include photos)... but that also requires me to find the motivation to upload/edit photos. If it requires something more than my Chromebook or my cell phone... well, I can't be bothered.
Anyway, another reason I've not been posting isn't because I've been doing some awesome traveling. But my better half/husband was gearing up for a work trip that will take him away longer than normal. So, I've been processing that. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those people that can't function without my husband. I'm quite independent, at least I used to be... now I'm not as much as I like to claim. We've gone through long work trips before. But this one seems different because I don't have a job to keep my busy, or a routine... or a better understanding/skill of the local language.
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My friends have been wonderful by checking on me and/or inviting me out. I've managed to keep busy during the day with baking for the office and walking the dogs. Which is nothing new as this is the normal routine. I'm making friends and even going out on coffee dates. Just the other day, I went to a string art making event... BY MYSELF. Turns out, a couple we made friends with on our Iceland trip was there and I didn't feel so awkward.
It's at night when the house is quite and dogs are wanting to go on yet another walk that I can't physically endure due to pain. Or, when I've done something while "out of spoons" and can't tell him about it or my day. Sometimes, I even miss his rambling stories about nothing or something so abserdly geeky that I don't understand. Occasionally, the dog's snoring will wake me up and I don't have the husband to blame. It's the little things I miss.
I'm seeing a physical therapist now due to the pain. He's encouraged me to start up CrossFit again. He thinks it'll help build up my muscles, loosen them up, and ease the pain. I'm hoping it helps me find my routine. A few years ago I had a fall and injured myself. The doctors and I didn't think it was too bad, but still, I did 16 weeks of physical therapy. Fast forward to now and my injuries are starting to cause more problems. Such is life and getting older, right?
The mere fact that I'm even writing again is an indicator that things are on the up and up. I've been isolating because I just didn't want to face the harsh reality that I had to adult by myself again. But also because I have just have depression. So the ole one-two punch to the mental health department with a ninja kick to the face because the sun does not exist here often. Rain...rain...snow...overcast...sun for 5 minutes...rain...repeat.
But you know.... I'm going to get through this. I always do. I always have... and I suppose, I always will.
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Steady on, readers... until next time.
