I took a couple days off work. I had not realized how badly the stress was getting to me until it started to ease. I had hoped to write. You know, finish that book that I started last summer.

But…

There are so many other options. So many things to distract me and let me decompress without thinking and the temptation is great to escape into someone else’s world.

But…

That stirring deep inside me, the one that compels me to write is back. Things have settled down in this reality and I’m safe to step into the world in my head, to spend my mental energy on something other than solving problems, putting out problems, and keeping everyone together. Work is definitely passed the end of the beginning. And while I have a butt load of projects that still need my attention, I thinks it’s okay for me to step away and focus on causing a ruckus in a world of pure imagination.

My imagination.

Where even I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I know everything will be alright in the end.

It’s been a heck of a ride. A year and a half trial that started with a coworker’s suicide and is ending with colleagues being terminated. Fodder for future stories. Maybe. But not for a long while. It’s time to box that stuff up and shove it into the attic inside my head.

There are greener pastures to explore and I plan to create some of them.

Right after a nap:D

Until next time.