Lately, I have had a hard time doing much of anything. I have had to force myself to even leave the house, to eat, to sleep... and making myself take a shower has been the absolute worst. I just don't want to get wet! And don't even get me started with the subsequent brushing of the hair and the blow drying necessary to alleviate my annoying cowlick. Ugh.
So now that you are imagining me as a troll-like, dread headed, middle aged, funky smelling recluse... well, that's not entirely true. But I will let you keep that picture in your mind for the time being.
I haven't worked in almost four months now. I have spent most of that time holed up here in my apartment, in bed and trying to get the surgery I need covered by insurance. It was finally approved for this Thursday. I am thankful that it is going to be covered and that I (hopefully) won't be in pain anymore. I am getting pretty nervous about it though.
I have been sort of floating through time for the past three years, without any sort of direction. I am stuck in a place where I don't want to be and where I have very few friends. How did I end up here? Honey, I will tell you all about that once I get to know you a little bit better.
Before 2007, I was living in Chicago and working on my own documentary. I went to art school and up until that point, I made plans for projects and then executed them. I mean I actually followed through with something! But then something happened.
This blog is my first stab at committing to a project in a long time. I am hoping it will give me some sort of outlet - a place to document and post my thoughts, as well as a home for my photographs and other various junk. Maybe this will give me a direction: out of bed and over to my computer?
So my goal was to set up and complete one blog before I go under the knife this week. There! I will have one thing accomplished in a matter of minutes. Times they are a' changin.
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