The Inevitable Crash at the End of the Tunnel

Do you how when you are just going and working and doing and no down time or break for so long and you are just doing it and going and going and you are tired but motivated and just keep going because there is so much to do and if you don't get it done, there really is no one else who can.....

....and then, finally, you get a bit a a respite, a day off when you can do some things, but decide to chill for once...

...and of course, your body, perhaps strategically, chooses that day to smack you down with a whopper of a cold...

...well that was basically my Christmas...

...sick as a dog, so the saying goes...where does that saying come from?

It was pretty intense. I don't remember being that sick in a long time. But I'm feeling a good deal better today and will be heading off to see the doctor to get drugs. DRUUUGGGS!

But first, I wanted to write a little this morning. Possibly may last Life Line post of the year, and the Life Line saw a bit of a renascence this year, and some big, but good, life transitions and opportunities that kept being put in my path. And I took them all on.

And it was a hugely successful year in that regard. My most successful perhaps, that I plan to continue building on.

I am moving closer to closing on my home (man, that process is a crazy on), and I found a person to rent my home out to. I was pretty worried about finding anyone, but the response was overwhelming. I should have list a higher monthly rent, Live and learn.

But now I am also thinking, after I build more equity, investing in rental properties might be a thing I may want to do.

And perhaps set up a sweet retirement source of income.

Something on my radar at least.

But first things first.

Things to do today. Christmas is net yet over...I kinda didn't get one, and my boys and I have some fun plans in stores (it was my ex's turn to have to boys on Christmas). Oddly, I wasn't depressed about it like I was the first time I didn't get to spend Christmas with my boys the first time a couple years back.

I missed them, of course, But this is now just the new norm, and the time I was with my ex and our family was together is become a distant memory (in the not so distant past).

It's a much healthier mental state to be in. Those first months, that first year and a half or so...that was rough on multiple levels.

And yet, it also led to some of the success I have been working up to. Not entirely sure I would have had the same success if I was still married. That may be totally unfair to my ex, but...there is truth there. Perhaps for both of us.

And yet...I still hang on to slivers of hope of our family coming back together.

Romantic fool.

Ugh. I get pretty tied pretty quickly. And sweat a lot. Gross, I know. Hopeful that is my body working to get this cold out of my system.

Don't worry, body, I will be sending some help down my gullet soon enough.

Oh, and coffee...so good this morning.

Yesterday, no coffee. You know you're sick when you don't crave coffee. That was perhaps the biggest indicator that this would be something I could shake off and power through.

But the black goodness is with me once again. And it was blissful.

Bliss.

Hmmm...I used to be very big on the notion of following your bliss. But my life has gone in some unexpected directions. Maybe I was too fixated on a path that was not really my bliss.

What, then, really is my bliss? What do I really want?

Writing is always somewhere in there. I would like to get back into writing, as I keep saying. Perhaps this year i will finally get to do so.

Perhaps.