It's been a while since I last posted (toward the end of September, I believe). I could turn this into a basic "excuse," but honestly, I've got a story to tell. So sit back, pour yourself a hot beverage (or cold, if you're like me), and read on.
I have been in a burnout funk since my birthday. My birthday was way back in the early days of September. I was hoping to have some tarot reading clients booked that day to keep me busy, after my solar return reading with my astrologer Jane. But no one booked. So instead, I ordered Pizza Hut and did absolutely nothing all day. I sat in my favorite chair, binged watched TV, listened to music, annnnnd did nothing!
Since that day, I've had problems motivating myself to create content for Instagram and write blogs. I no longer have my "get up and go-go-go" attitude that I've had with me pretty much all summer. I feel like my spirit guides were telling me to slow down. Especially since I had a few events lined up in late September and October.
Towards the end of September, I was getting my spunk back. But then, my dad fell in the shower. He was in the hospital for testing, but we never received those results because he was cussing up a storm at the nurses and doctors at the hospital (and I am so sorry for those nurses and doctors that had to deal with my dad and people like him). Before all this happened, he was seeing a neurologist for fluid on his brain. They did an electroencephalograph on him, and we don't even have those results because the neurologist made him go to the hospital because he had fallen the day before the appointment.
So now, on top of trying to get my energy back, I have been worried about my dad. He's doing better now, and I think I can start resuming content creating again for both Instagrams and hopefully my blogs.
But let me tell you. My dad is a stubborn, Agent Orange-sprayed, Vietnam veteran. It is so hard to get him to get his results. He says he is fine, and we must believe him. My mom doesn't want to push the subject. So, I am trying not just to get my energy back, but also to stop worrying.
My dad fell again earlier this past week. But luckily he didn't hit his head like he did last time. He fell on his butt trying to take his socks off. Luckily, I was up when I heard him fall. I had to get my mom, because my dad doesn't want me to help him, and wake her up. And luckily for my dad, he didn't break any bones.
So it's been...chaotic? I hope to catch up on some blogging. I had a whole content planner of blog posts planned. But I just haven't been able to write anything but poems. I wrote a lot of sad poems about my dad, which will be published when the time comes. I had trouble dealing with what was going on with my dad. My mom didn't want to tell me much about my dad, and that sucked even more. But my mom mainly didn't tell me much because she cannot be my rock I need right now. And she knows I will take all of this hard. I mean...hello? Is there any other way to take it? We were also trying to find out if he had the early stages of dementia as he shuffles when he walks and his short-term memory is bad.
So that's what's been going on with me. I hope to have a new blog post written by next week! I'm not even sure what it will be about. It will probably be a poetry dump. Although my poems are going to be more redundant, I think, and a lot of it will be poems that are available in my books, than what I have been working on.
I hope to resume posting to Instagram on both accounts this week!
Thank you for your patience, love, and understanding. 💖🙏
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