November has not been a good month for me emotionally. My Done Nesting site has stalled, like everything in my life seems to do sooner or later, due to a lack of funds. October is usually the difficult month for me, but this year it expanded into November. I will not let this be a trend.
My accomplishments for the month of November 2012 include all of the following, even though I have not been able to write posts or chat on Facebook, even though I have wanted to write posts and chat:
- I traveled somewhere I had not yet gone. I visited Xcatel, Quintana Roo, Mexico. And I visited Chichen Itza.
- I have accomplished some good and powerful things this month. I have also come to some powerful and not so pleasant realizations, most of which I will not talk about here. If you want to know the inner me and the complex story that created me, you will just have to buy my book. No, it isn’t out or even finished. But I’m seriously working on it again. I’m preparing a proposal for Green Leaf Book Group, a publishing “house” for the 21st Century that fits my needs, and I theirs, or that is the fact of which I must convince them.
- I have also started up a boomer blog again, or at least I have started working on the infrastructure. It is BoomHer.net.
- I have also set up a Meet Up group for Tucson Women Bloggers. The first MeetUp will be on December 2nd.
- And on a far less important, but fun note, I’m in the process of opening up my store in Second Life again.
- And I am checking out Amazon Prime.
Months have meaning for me. November has been a month about which I have mixed feelings for a decade or so. I wrote a poem once about my death called “November Comes for Me.” No I don’t believe I am destined to die some day in a November. It is about my perception of death and how that perception controls me when I am in a depressive episode. But I picked it as a metaphor, so at some level it discloses how I feel about the month of November. In my overly analytic mind November is preparation for a post-Holiday let down. That is a joke. Sort of. Not a very good one I am afraid. But that is sort of what framing something during a depressive episode is like. I am very glad that I found a medication that allows me to function and not tunnel all the way into black despair. Living with depression isn’t ever easy. Now if I could just get my husband to stop framing all of my actions as those of a depressive. Ah, there is always more to be done. That is life. And that is good. I got stuff done, it just wasn’t writing or what others wanted me to do.