I haven’t written in a while, and to be completely transparent, it is because writing this blog started to depress me. I thought I’d have more likes or more readers. I link it on my LinkedIn, so I thought people would check it out. It started making me feel like my life was boring and pointless. Like I wasn’t going to impact anyone with this blog. So, I stopped writing. Or at least until I could come up with a reason to write that wouldn’t make me feel bad about myself.
So now, I am back and will be writing this more as a journal. I’ll write about my day and the ups and downs I have with each one. I will write for myself, but will respond to any questions or comments with posts as well, because most of you will have questions or comments that will benefit everyone to know the answers. I know that, because even when we don’t feel worthy, we are.
So with no further ado, here is my first journal post.
I’ve been combating my depression with trips lately. Mostly cruises. I’ve been going on the trips with my new friend. It’s been fun and she pushes me outside my comfort zone, which makes me feel proud and accomplished. Which in turn makes me feel like I can do more.
I also went to a 90s con here in Florida. I went for a single celebrity. It felt silly to drive an hour and a half to meet one celebrity, but it was the first and only celebrity I have ever had interest in meeting, so I went. My friend was going to go with me, but she got COVID and didn’t want to get me or anyone else sick, so I was lucky enough that my son was willing to go with me. We didn’t stay long since I was only going to see the one person, but it was still fun. I like this celebrity because while his brothers are more famous, they both seem a little pompous and self righteous, he seems more down to earth and authentically himself.
I did a ridiculous, never gonna happen thing. I left him a note with my email address asking to be his pen pal/friend. It’s not likely that he will email, but you never know, and it definitely won’t happen if you don’t try, so I shot my shot as they say. I put myself out there and tried. I’m happy I did.
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