Somehow I remembered to post today and take another shot at NaBloPoMo.
I'm almost six weeks into taking meds for anxiety. It is starting to help. This is a very good thing.
I've cleaned all the clutter out of my mom's house. Couldn't have done it without the drugs. Honestly.
This week I have to make progress on getting the house ready to sell.
I'm also reluctantly looking for a job and desperately trying to figure out what to do with my life.
Who knew that at 48 I would be so lost.
Probably lots of people. Just not me.
Ok. That is day one. It's possible I will make more of an effort tomorrow.
It's possible I will not.