I apologize for being incommunicado for the past week.
I've been working hard.
And I've been a little down.
No one ever said the road ahead would always be straight and downhill. I also have a life-long tendency toward clinical depression. I take great meds for it. Studies of Buddhism have helped.
But I still get visits from my old friend depression.
And I know I'll be fine. I've been here before and made it through worse.
I talked with a colleague today about facing challenges and we agreed. In difficult times, keep breathing, keep moving forward -- even if it's an inch at a time.
All week long, I debated about what I should write and how much I should share. But I promised on this blog from the beginning I would be truthful. (That was an easier promise when I thought no one would read it.)
When in times like this, I deflate my world to the point I only worry about what I can touch, the things I can affect. I concentrate on self-care and attempt to eschew the maelstrom of world news.
Also, I apparently pick up a thesaurus -- my favorite of the verbal dinosaurs.
Forever I remain thankful for the Buddhist nun, Pema Chodron, who famously says, "Love others, start with yourselves."
And then my blessings.
I have a job. There's a paycheck every two weeks. I have have a house - still devoid of my stuff. Even then, last night I had a dinner of sweet corn and tomato sandwiches (sorry, southern friends, we have no Duke's Mayo).
My mom is doing well and my kid is doing standup at open mic nights in Boston.
Even in down times, my life rewards.
Peace and rewards unto you my brothers and sisters.