I stole from Macbeth for this blog post title.
For at least two years now my life has been occupied, to a large degree, by self-discovery.
Much of this discovery has been painful or, at the very least, uncomfortable. I’m not sorry for these discoveries. The end result is usually good. I guess I would equate it to the absolute horror of an annual performance review that is followed up by a pay raise.
I feel as though I’ve been hibernating.
A few moments ago, I sat on my deck and contemplated the sorry state my deck has fallen in to. We have lived in this house for seven years now. This house is the first house I’ve owned and I’m still not convinced that owning is better than renting.
Remember a few blog posts ago when I told you guys that my prescription medication was poisoning me?
Well, I went back to the doctor and even though he lowered my dose, I actually got worse. So, the doc lowered my dose again, and I go back in 6 weeks to see if I’m improving.
This has been a rough summer, y’all.