This wasn’t the blog post I was intending to write.
The one I was intending to write had a lot more anger.
So to the people who like to gossip about me…sorry. You will have to get your entertainment somewhere else.
You also may want to re-evaluate your own life.
But what do I know. 🤷♀️
Also, I just want to say that Bob Dylan’s “Positively 4th Street” is one of the best songs ever written. I discovered it driving one random day on Mount Desert Island, ME during my political days.
Though it shouldn’t be confused with the bar that used to be in Troy, NY.
Here is a picture of Bryon and I at that bar.
If you don’t know me by now, my mind goes on tangents.
I used to be embarrassed by it. People told me that I think too much.
As I have gotten older, I have embeaced my overactive mind.
Maybe everyone else should think some more.
Anyway, if you follow my blog, you probably know that I don’t write as much as I had previously.
It’s because I am tired.
You’re probably thinking “Duh, Kerry…we are all tired. You aren’t special.”
While it’s true that I am not special, over the past three and a half years, I probably have had a lot more major life changes than the average person.
I am not mocking those tired from work and parenthood.
But when you add life changes and grief on top, you become exhausted.
And secondary losses. Because when your person dies, you aren’t just missing your person. You lose so much more; your identity, your sense of security, your faith, your health, sometimes you lose your financial security. Your mileage may vary. Secondary loss is different for everyone.
It’s one thing to be tired from being busy but rebuilding your life brings it to a new level.
Sleeping in on a random Saturday will not make up for the exhaustion I feel.
(Before people freak out, obviously I am speaking in general terms. Everyone has different stressers and everyone reacts differently. And maybe you are working to exhaustion. If you are working to exhaustion, please take a relaxing break. The rest of you…just bear with me.)
I have been too tired to be creative to write.
I am too tired to read.
I started to work out again and I have been too tired to attend my fitness classes.
I manage to scrape together enough energy to work and spend time with my daughter. But I am running on fumes.
Now some of you pseudo/armchair psychologists with Web MD medical degrees might say I am depressed but I know I am not.
I was diagnosed with dysmythia as a young adult. Dysmythia is a chronic, low grade form of depression. I seem to have outgrown it in my twenties.
I am not depressed. I feel great joy and gratitude in my life even if it is alongside anger from losing Bryon.
I’ve just had a lot thrown at me over the past 3.5 years.
I’m just tired.
I just want to stay by myself at some air bnb by the ocean, somewhere warm and just lay down in a reclining lawn chair and listen to the ocean.
Like, for days on end.
If I were to venture out, it would be to get dressed up and go have a fancy meal by myself. With steak and (preferably) Chateauneuf De Pape though a Cote Du Rhone would be acceptable. And something chocolate for dessert.
And I am not trying to be pretentious. I just like a good steak and red wine.
Anyone that knows me well enough knows that I travel with packed itineraries. I usually come back from vacation needing a vacation.
But here I am…tired.
Maybe I need to do my own version of Eat, Pray, Love except I don’t want to be as pretentious as Elizabeth Gilbert. She just totally rubbed me the wrong way though I didn’t mind her when I read Big Magic. Though I read Eat, Pray, Love when it came out, long before my life got turned upside down. Maybe I should give her another chance.
When I have energy to read.
Maybe I need to start knitting something again. Something that will take me a long time so I focus on the rhythm and not the finished product.
What do you do to get your energy back? I am open to suggestions.