Checking In From a Happy Place
I haven’t been blogging much lately. Strange, how one form of writing negates the need to do much of any other form. I’ve been writing a lot of poetry this year… a lot more than in recent years. The energy from one thing gets redistributed to another, I suppose.
Or maybe I haven’t had a lot to say. *shrug*
Life is good. Maybe I haven’t blogged with much frequency because saying life is good for as long as life has been good to me becomes boring, even to me. There’s also the fact that a good life usually means you’re out living it and have less time (or maybe desire) to document every second of it in real time (or maybe I just document it in shorter, easier ways that cause less of a pause). I’m not sure.
I love where my life is headed and where it’s been these days. I’ve been working in geriatric psych for almost three years and I continue to love the population and I grow even more confident in my role with said population. I’ve been with the same amazing man for nine years now and we’re planning to make a baby in about a year, after he’s graduated from his commercial electrician apprenticeship.
We have three (including our recent mutt addition) lovely pooches, a feisty little cat, and in-laws that live a mile down the road and are looking forward to more grandbabies. I’ve gained about 5 pounds since hitting my goal weight in October of last year, but I’m alternating between maintaining and losing bits of that, and I’m more physically active now than I was at the time of hitting my goal weight.
I love hiking. I now have a little dog who lasts multiple hours and multiple miles in the woods with no leash, and I have multiple hiking friends (and music-loving friends, and book-loving friends, and lunch-going friends). I love that I’m writing, and that the writing is more full of Me (a really, truly honest Me) than writing I’ve done in the past. I’m currently in love with giving myself fancy manicures as well.
Growth is an amazing catalyst for honesty, and the truth of my life right now is that I am frequently really happy, almost always content, and stronger than I’ve ever been. Maybe I’ll start writing more about that here, maybe I’ll keep writing about it in a million scribbled-over notebooks I have stashed in various places in my life, maybe I’ll just keep up with the daily moleskine scribbles, or maybe I’ll just keep living it. Who knows?