Why I Fell Off The Edge of Earth

I was in a hostage like situation around late July to early October.  I was abducted by evil, torturing fiends and was in a bit of a dark place.  Truly it was work related and all consuming.  Evil Emperor politics, really bad managing and enough drama to fuel As the World Turns, for a good spell. I like to think of myself as a lady, albeit, a bit of a crazy lady, and don't like to talk about icky things.  That is a total lie, in a sense.  I like icky things, such as, really gross dressing changes, but not icky personal stories.

Sometimes in life you just get in a rut of bogus funk.  I like to live in shiny, happy people land and when I get thrust into evil plots, I tend to shut down.   That is my excuse and I will stick to it.

I went to a glamourous pie eating contest tonight and had a high school chum ask me if I still blog.  I felt a bit ashamed that someone actually reads this and I have not delivered in a long, long time.  Thing is I love blogging and I have missed it.  I actually went in to full time, new job search in August because I was written up for sticking up for my work colleagues. That and I realized I didn't craft, blog or do anything fun and happy anymore.  One of my dearest friends was fired for no good reason and I just felt stuck and like I needed a continuous infusion of Prozac.

As of the beginning of October I have a new job that I love. I am back in patient care and have been really busy getting back in to the swing of real nursing.   I have been in a really good place for a while, mentally.  Mid October I got super sick and I actually just got over it last week.  I had a cold/sinus infection that kept on giving so I killed it.

Now that my paranoia from evil torture world has worn off I am up for some fun again.  As usual, I have bitten off a good chunk of busy and have a ridiculous lineup of activities to keep me hopping until Christmas.  I have to bake enough gingerbread panels to make 5 gingerbread houses for the church.  I have 4 sweaters to knit for Christmas.  I have 35 clay handprints to paint for the kids Christmas gifts.  I owe two cancer kids hats (they probably think I forgot about them. That will never happen, babies.)  I also have to stop being a totally lame-o blogger.  With that I leave blog land and will embark into knitting land. Good night.