So..

Imbolc and I still haven’t “gotten going” in the way I intended.
I think I’m just too stressed lately.
I have…
zero privacy.
I mean, literally, none.
I haven’t been utterly alone in my own house since like October. That’s three, four months. And it’s eating at me.
I cannot be me when I don’t have that time to recharge and my recharging time requires solitute. Absolute solitute.

Not anyone’s fault that I don’t have it. Circumstances just suck. I know that. But it doesn’t help. I’m floundering in a whole lot of ways and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.

Back to the books, I guess, until I feel ready and able to focus (something I can’t do when I’m surrounded by people with never a moment to my absolute self) on “doing”.

At least my house is clean. LOL.
Between the not smoking and the frazzled energy of being so out of focus and balance I’ve been keeping stuff pretty neat.

Peace