It’s December 21, the darkest day of the year. I’ll try not to be too…cynical.
It’s been a weird month. A lot of things have happened since my last post about my nan’s passing. I’ve taken on a new position at my work where I manage a courier business, which entails working with a number of different couriers, 4-6 drivers, customers, web work, paperwork and so on. It gets stressful sometimes, but it’s work I enjoy because I’m constantly busy and organization is my own personal zen – I just love it.
Also since my last post, my 1.5 year on/off (more on than off) relationship ended permanently. It’s been a lot to think about…a lot to overthink about. I try to keep myself as busy as possible so my mind doesn’t wander to all the things I could have done differently, things I could have said. Everything happens for a reason, I guess.
Currently I’m waiting for the dryer to stop so I can pack my suitcase for my Christmas travel home. I have a huge plastic tub filled with gifts and stocking stuffers for my parents that I have to somehow keep Dad from opening. He’s picking me up this year and we’re doing some very last minute shopping for a gift for Mom from him tomorrow night. There’s a lot of impending snow so we’re hoping to leave early Saturday morning.
This past month has been a strange combination of hope and despair. I still think about my nan every day, and I shed more than one tear thinking about the end of the relationship that changed my life so much. I’m hopeful because of the work I’m doing, it makes me feel like I’m making some improvements in my life. Makes me feel like, at the end of the day, I’ve done something.
I’m also working moderately hard (LOL) on a Keto lifestyle. The stress lately has made me get back on the Coke (Cola) wagon and I’m struggling to get back off that, but otherwise, my scale tells me I’m making progress with 2-4 pounds per week gone.
I guess I’ll end this on a good note, that if you’re reading this you’re at a place in your life where you see some glimmer of hope as well. That your 2018 is everything you need it to be.
Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.