So I’m trying to find my joy again and I’ll explain. I started my blog in 2016 and it quickly, for several years, became my baby, my pastime, my love. I loved making people laugh and in return, it was free therapy.
But then the world started to lose its sense of humor. I want to say it was maybe 2 years ago, I noticed this. Like legit, people became as fun as a colonoscopy and I was frowned upon, anytime I tried to make light of situations. This is when “Karens” were at their height. So back in December, I decided to take a year off. Not really, I’m honestly not that organized, I just stopped writing/caring.
Now, like any good Eat, Pray, Love or Under the Tuscan Sun movie, one can hope to become a more fulfilled, alive person after a year’s hiatus. In reality, I’ve obviously pissed God, Karma and the powers that be off simultaneously, because I’ve become quite the opposite. It was of my own doing and I don’t regret it. You see, I decided to end my marriage in June. I won’t go into detail because it’s not fair to him. Truth be told, it’s killing me not to explain further because if any of you remember my writing, I’m as open as the Kardashians’ legs at an NBA basketball game.
And so, like coming home to your childhood bedroom, something I’ve never done, but heard it’s nostalgic, I need to do some dusting, put some new pictures up on the walls and give it a good vacuum. I’m referring to my blog obviously.
I started to see a therapist last week and she recommended I start doing the things that brought me joy. Even if it doesn’t bring me joy yet; it might come back. So here I am, daring myself to do one of the two things I enjoy doing- writing and teaching myself Spanish. Eating anything and everything around, brings me immense joy. But it would also bring an additional 20-30 pounds and I’m not that motivated to hit the gym. So, until I find a black market Ozempic dealer, it’s writing and Spanish for now.
xoxo,
Hot Mess
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