Why has it taken me so long to write a second post?

I’ve been really contemplating that question. I started this blog back in October 2023, had planned an ambitious content calendar, went hard into TikTok and IG reels and played around to see what resonated, and then BAM! Once the new year started, I got sucked into the vortex.

Do you ever feel like you have lots of things ping ponging around in your mind, at all times of day and night? And it’s difficult to feel like you’ve made progress on any of them because there’s so many, so making an effort on any one thing feels almost like nothing? But you keep trying because eventually you know you’ll conquer at least one of these things?

Here are the things that have consumed me since my last (and first) post here (in no particular order, but perhaps the stream of consciousness tells us something):

• Work and the unending rollercoaster of being midst a re-org, the impact of some portions of the company’s culture on my mental health
• Making sure the kids have what they need for whatever is happening in their lives (camp sign ups more competitive than getting Taylor Swift tickets, birthday parties for friends and their own, regular feed/care)
• Childcare, or what is about to be lack thereof. My rant on this is for another day, TL;DR we will have a gap in care but then we will have care again, that I will need to train.
• My husband his well being, also related to the well being of our marriage
• Financial insecurity, which is a silly thing to say out loud given we live a very privileged life, but I think because I grew up with not a lot, this is always top of mind, especially as other living things increasingly rely on me to provide this
• The dogs and how feral they are, in particular the 1 yo puppy who desperately needs a better trainer to show her the ropes on not killing yourself by accident
• My health, or lack thereof. There’s seemingly always something wrong with me (currently I have a broken molar for which a crown no longer is viable for, so I might need dental implants. And I occasionally have stabbing in my stomach, which apparently can mean a hernia, especially after you’ve had kids. TMI yet?).
  • I’m also trying to work out every week but it’s complicated with a T/W/Th commute for 1.5 hrs each way, driving. I can literally feel my body breaking.

Is that it? I feel like that’s all I have the energy to type for now. Reading this makes me want to pour myself a glass of wine (but instead I turn to my right, grab my mug and take a sip of my coffee because it’s not a socially acceptable time to be drinking wine yet).

I could launch this post into a sponcon-esque number on what project management tool I use to manage the chaos that is my life but that would be so on the nose. Instead I’m going to leave this here to marinade while I take my two days unshowered butt to the garden to do some manual labor, my current form of a silent primal scream, while everyone in my household takes their blissful Sunday afternoon nap.

Chins up, buttercups.
xx