It is strange to think that a year has already passed since I stopped posting. I would like to joke that I blinked and all of that time was just gone. But, it was that bizarre mixture of both every hour stretching on in an infinite way but also looking back and feeling like I had lost the only finite resource—time. You know, that SlowFast that all the Millennials are talking about. 

I always find it personally offensive that life continues to force you to keep living while upsetting things happen outside of your control. The nerve. 

So What Mundane Shit Was I Up to?

As I wrote about before my hiatus, most of my time was taken up by graduate school. Once I hit a certain amount of credits, I had to complete a total of 900 practicum hours—which basically meant working for free or for underneath federal minimum wage while simultaneously maintaining a full time course load. More than once I made a Bad Choice and ended up doing 12 or more credit hours a semester. 

And this also included applying for jobs—because it seemed like there were very few places willing to pay for a masters-level clinician at a point above $12 an hour. The hovering presence of emotional damage and sense of personal futility in the face of late stage capitalism were…noted presences during this time. But, I have acquired employment. The hours aren’t where I would like them to be, but it takes time to build these things up. 

Medical BS

Ya girl also finally got some of her chronic illnesses diagnosed. I also ended up in the hospital for an infection gone wrong only once. They gave me the big, horse-pill antibiotics and a script for the thicc Sudafed. Yes, the kind you have to sign a form for and promise you won’t make meth out of it. 

Becoming a Villain 

I’m not sure if you have noticed, my precious ducklings. But, a lot of people have recently decided to hurl themselves into Asshole Gorge recently. We have been getting better and better at establishing and maintaining boundaries. As a result, I ended up pruning a lot of bad relationships that I thought were friendships. Crazy how much more peaceful your life becomes when you no longer sink time and energy into people who never return it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

That might be an entry for another time, though.

So what’s up, my ducklings? My baby chicken houses? How have you all been?