When I wrote Drawings From the Top of the Seasonal Affective Disorder Rollercoaster, I portrayed October as the top of the coaster, poised over the abyss of winter. It’s more complicated than that. While I love Halloween, the track to get there is full of potholes.
I’ve been trying to find time to write this update for days but last week kept getting in its own way.
I haven’t felt much like writing.
Sometimes this is the canary in the depressive coalmine but I’m not sure that’s the case right now. My goal this year was to write less but write better. Quality over quantity. Somehow that has led to writing almost nothing at all.
What do white supremacists and a total solar eclipse have in common? My weekend involved both, though neither happened quite as rumored/planned.
I’m super sorry I threatened to dismember every Barbie left on the floor, limb by awkwardly-bent limb. I totally regret my promises to have Zumba practice on top of all the shit in your room if you won’t clean it up.
Every so often, Lorelei asks to dye her hair. And all those so oftens, I say “sure!” Because… why not?