Tuesday, August 5, 2025

Journaling


This looks like a dragon's head and neck to me- puffing smoke.


I love having this blog, and I want to be writing more here. It is a good repository, and it has the benefit of thinking MAYBE someone will read it. 

Maybe.

I feel often unheard, unseen. Some of this is due to actions of my own: I am not putting myself out there much. I take myself out to eat alone, with a book. I have met with a couple of potential new friends, and then there has not been a second "date." 

Again, that is understandable- I have my daughter's dog with me right now, and I can't go far with my dog and her dog both in the house. One, I could ask my son across the street to come and walk, but TWO big dogs is too bing an ask.

Also, these potential new friends had upcoming events, and now I have upcoming travel.

Maybe next month.

Sometimes I am avoiding society and sometimes I am pouting because society does not come to me.

I have reached out to a massage therapist- a week ago- and have not had a response.

I have emailed/ texted some friends and haven't had a response (two days ago).

I have offered a phone call to my dad's widow, and at first was ignored but now had a response saying maybe tonight.

Tonight will have to be after I attend a Zoom play reading. This play was written by a student of mine from 20 years ago! They must be close to 40 or more now.

I am still hurting from a few that offered a coffee here or a drink there that haven't gotten back to me... but on the other hand, I have at least a couple of get togethers where the ball is in my court. 

I am unsettled. Quite literally: My little garage is stacked to the rafters with boxes and shelves and furniture from my former home. I need to sift through those things, say farewell to almost all of it. Clear space for a different life.

I am trying to stay in the present moment, which is basically good for privileged little ol' me, and also work for a better future, while not letting my terror about the future derail today's enjoyment or tomorrow's work.

Fascism.

Climate crisis.

Those are the two biggies, and I feel so small in the face of either. 

Honestly, if I didn't have children and grandchildren, I might throw in the towel altogether.