There's currently a lot going on but my head has taken a quiet change.
Nothing much I would deem negative...just busier than I can remember being last year.
Then again, last year was quite unproductive.
I finally feel like I understand what it is to be content. There is no longing for what I don't have, for what I did have, for what I want (okay, maybe a little of that), but... all in all...I'm a lot less wistful.

Life has it's minor nuisances, but for the most part I'm feeling quite balanced.

Taking it day by day and practicing acceptance in the circumstances I cannot change for the time being or those I have no control over...has really reaped some rewards.
I sound like such the optimistic cliche right now...but what can I say? When you're up, you're up...!

Lately, everything has consisted primarily of lists, responsibilities, and survival. When I'm not trying to take care of me there is a lot of energy being spent on taking care of other people. Which is something I need to focus more energy on balancing. I've reached a point in which I neglect my own health and sanity at the coo and call of another.
And it isn't quite out of obligation, I know what it is like to be...everything outside of happy and healthy. However, in constantly supporting, reassuring, driving, talking, analyzing, emailing, running errands for various people...I lose valuable time that I need to rest and write and brainstorm.

I realized this morning as I awoke to yet another sinus/ear/throat infection (or perhaps the first never went away) that if I don't stop trying to appease people, I'm never going to be fully healthy and creatively functional.
I have the most difficult time with setting boundaries..but I am absolutely determined to set them.

Anyway, this isn't my most entertaining post...but taking the responsible role is seldom entertaining.

That said, I had a few emails wanting a "real, written" blog...so I'm sitting here going through this typical stream-of-consciousness...and on my way to what I hope is a very long night of rest and less sinus suffering come morning.

P.s. I promise to write a poem or a story or at least an attempt at something personal and funny soon.