Dreary times, with the occasional match being struck
For the past week I’ve adjusted to my new dayjob as an assistant to an autistic 6-grader, and haven’t had much time, energy or thought left over for anything else. But I have managed to squeeze in a couple of Anja hang-outs, an all-nighter with the niece and nephew where we decorated our own t-shirts, made acrylics paintings and tacos (not a combo, but two separate things being made), a business meeting with writer-director Sanna Lenken who wanted my help with the casting for an indie short film project (I accepted).
Add to that an increase in the constant sense of dread and anxiety, over the past, the future and/or the now, that I’ve grown somewhat accustomed to over the years, and I rather feel stretched quite thin.
Luckily, I’m fortunate to have Anja and my parents to anchor me. Although my parents have it rough enough right now without any assistance from me and my demons, or at least my dad does, but I’m trying not to add that to my worries (although you know it’ll keep me up tonight..)