Today, I’m good.
I feel good. Better than I’ve felt in a long while, while being at home.
This weekend was great! I was able to relax and enjoy some much needed family time. Relaxing included cleaning the house, loads of laundry, loads of dishes, watching lots of TV, listening to my much missed music (try saying that three times fast!), relaxing with my family! Family included my mom and my other mom this weekend. It was great to spend some time with them. It’s been way too long! I hate having people spend money on me, well I don’t hate it, but it makes me feel weird.
I got new ink! I love tattoos. I think that we have started a new tradition, each year on mom’s birthday, I think that we will be getting new tattoos! I’m very pleased with this one. It’s delicate and beautiful. I love it. Lot’s of line work, I think. And I know where we will be going back to get tattoos.
I’ve been busy today. Although I haven’t been up for very long, I’ve been busy with the laundry. Lots of laundry! I haven’t been feeling well enough to do laundry, so now that I’m feeling better, I’m doing laundry!
I have been thinking a lot about writing, books. Ebooks to be precise. What would you think about that? I’m still trying to figure out what to write about. Any ideas?
I was browsing Facebook today, and one of the pages I follow posted something about a semicolon.
I have seen it before, and no, I’m not talking about in a sentence. Someone tattooed one on their wrist. I thought, well that’s odd… But a great many people tattoo things. The story was that it could have ended, just like a sentence, but they kept going.
It’s one of those odd things that people do to raise awareness for suicide prevention. There’s another movement, something called the butterfly project? You draw a butterfly when you want to cut. If you don’t cut, the butterfly lives. But if you cut, the butterfly dies.
Anyhow, I just thought that it was interesting that the semicolon is representing the opportunity to stop but keep going.
I, unfortunately, killed my butterfly last week. Now, I have to keep the ideas at bay and hope that I can move on from my last relapse.
Don’t let your story end.