Coming at you live from 2am. I am currently holding a snoring 2 year old who not minutes ago was thrashing in his sleep. Poor guy gets night terrors. He's also constantly congested, just like his dad. Let's blame Hera for this one.

Its been a long minute. Where to begin?


I hit my head off of the bike rack that's attached to the trunk and took a doctor- ordered day of rest. No phone, no work, no TV, no screens. Just darkness and naps in between those deafening moments of silence.

I'm kidding, it was only a little bit terrible.


The doctor said to see how I felt today and honestly I felt terrible. I had a very difficult time communicating with people today. My thoughts were running too fast and my words weren't forming. It is most likely a result of the concussion. I really should be offline. So much for doing overtime.

I have a big girl job now and I like it even if it gives me the anxiety spirals. More on that later.


I started thinking about my blog and the romance I had with myself. What a nut I was. I cant look back without cringing. I can't resist the urge to look back when I should know better.


I need the blog right now. Just like how I needed to step away. I sometimes just need reminders that I exist and I have passions and dreams outside my normal life I've worked very hard on. I might even have a pulse and thoughts that are important even if they go no where. Like this post.