Monday, March 28, 2016

Coming out of the dark

Every time I think that phrase, I hear Gloria Estefan in my head.
So, I see it's been almost a year. Maiden will be 1 in a couple of weeks. She is funny, shy, and a little rascal who thinks her meal should also double as a facial, lately.
Matchgirl is head to toe with my HMLA, most days, and I don't think this bodes well for the teen years. She's four now, and she's very verbose about her feelings. I tend to let her express herself, but my HMLA seems to have been carved from the old-school scheme of you-don't-say-that-to-me.
I upped my medication. I started writing again. I climb the stairs every day. I am competing in a 22.6 mile virtual race, which encourages me to keep exercising. I have dropped just over 20 pounds of pregnancy weight, finally. Most days I can even adult, for the good majority of those hours.
I need more sleep. I need more intelligent and interesting communication. I need to be needed, and not just for my maid/concubine benefits. Marriage and babies require great endurance.
I'm working on getting my writing organized and back out there for publishing, so I'm not sure if I'll keep this site, or not, since I'll need a "real name" site for author purposes. I have a lot to do there, and in my financial life, and in my side agenda life, so I'm making sure to do everything step by step, as I'd rather be thorough than quick. I've made that mistake in the past.
Things feel better, now, maybe because I feel like I took my power back.