So, some of you may be wondering WTF happened to me. I disappeared for almost a year with not a single post in that time, and I had originally said I’d be back in the summer. What gives?!
Well… life decided that it would be entertaining to kick the crap out of me for a while, but it’s paying off now, so I guess I can’t complain too hard 😀
The short version goes like this:
My day job quite literally doubled in February – I was doing my work and the work of a manger that had retired. Fast-forward 7 months, and I was still at it, but I was getting frustrated and exhausted. I hit a finite deadline in August, because I just couldn’t do both jobs with the big fall rush coming up – it physically wasn’t possible.
Around that same time, my relationship ended while I was still living with my (now) ex, and I got a job offer at a bigger school for better pay and benefits. Obviously, I took the job, but I still had to deal with the effects of the breakup, moving, and preparing to leave my old job and start my new one all at the same time.
I started my new job in October, right around the time I moved into a new place. (New place is great, after several furniture changes.)
I really liked my new manager and was getting settled in pretty well when my manager suddenly got promoted and had to leave for a new position. (Unlucky timing for me, but I’m super happy for him that he got it.) That left me to hold down the fort alone while we sorted out getting another person for the shop, which should be happening next month. Given it’s normally a 2-person operation, it’s been intense keeping up on everything. Just like my previous job situation, I’ve had no time or brains left to draw by the time I get home.
I’m hoping that once we get our second person in place and settled in, things will settle down in a big way, and I’ll be able to reliably get back to drawing pretty things to post here again. (One can dream)
On top of everything else, my grandpa passed away over the holidays. We were pretty close, and while it wasn’t a total surprise (he was 91 and had some pretty serious health problems), it came at simultaneously the best and worst time possible for me. Having already been under a lot of stress with just life in general for the last several months, I hadn’t been expecting to spend my Xmas break in mourning. Much as that sucked though… it was perfectly timed for the family to all be there with him during his last few days, and to attend the impromptu wake that was held right after he passed.
It’s still a little raw right now, having just happened a few weeks back … but at least he’s not in any pain anymore, and he was surrounded by people that loved him, right up to the end.
And there’s politics. Not even touching that one right now.
On a positive note, my life is definitely starting to trend upward at this point, coming off of all that mess.
I’ve been doing a lot of self-reflection and a lot of dancing, both of which are really helping recenter me and get me moving forward. Plus a lot of time petting and spoiling my adorable little fluff-ball doesn’t hurt.
I’m tired, a little tattered on the edges, and it’s been one hell of a year… but I’m optimistic that good things are on the horizon from here. Here’s hoping I’m right.