The beginning of 2014 was challenging
for me. December had been filled with major life events and I was still reeling
from the impact. I unexpectedly lost my job through no doing of my own. I was
in my sixth year with this company and I felt secure. Wrong. I’d also made the
decision back in November to have weight loss surgery. The weight loss
roller coaster is one I’ve been on since I was 9 years old.
I was absolutely sure of this
decision but I also knew that it meant significant lifestyle changes. Surgery
was scheduled for Dec. 18 right in the midst of all the holiday baking and
celebrating…the majority of it centered around food. I’ve never chosen the easy way to do anything.
So why start now, right?
So December was filled with
anxiety from positive and negative sources. Stressful. But I made it through
the rigorous pre-op phase fairly easily and so when surgery day arrived, I knew I would and
could become a success story. I’d previously decided to sideline the lack of
employment until I was fully recovered and that was a good decision. I just
didn’t realize exactly how stressed out I was, how long it would take my head
to clear and how easily I would fall into the funk of zombie like days.
But I don’t want to continue like
an extra in The Walking Dead. A writer who isn’t writing is a pretty pathetic
creature and not someone I’m happy with being. So it’s time to think. It's time to write.
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