I knew it had been a while since I posted here, but I didn’t realize it had been nearly two years. Yikes. A lot has happened since then, and a lot has stayed the same. I have a new job at my same company, and I’m not sure if it’s where I want to be long-term but it is infinitely better than where I was. I took a camping trip to Colorado in 2022 and discovered the hard way that I am still susceptible to altitude sickness. I lost my heart dog in December of 2022 and I still blame myself. I had a hysterectomy last August, my first time ever having a major surgery and it was a doozy. Not one of those nice laparoscopic ones, no – open abdominal incision, weeks of recovery, spay scar, the whole nine yards. They left my ovaries, though, which means that I still get all the joys of PMS (moodiness, bloating, insane food cravings), which explains why I wanted to cry at yoga on Monday when I saw myself in the mirror.

So where do I go from here? I’ve done a lot of talking and posting and thinking about writing again, and I’ve even (gasp!) done some actual writing. It’s still a struggle to get anything to flow, though, because my Inner Critic won’t shut the smurf up. I keep trying to silence it, so I’m going to reboot and try again.