
Lately I've been thinking about the enormity of the blogosphere. There are so many voices, so many posts, so many links. My brain ceased to be able to take it in. I certainly couldn't keep up with my reader, much less give comments, or do the challenges I signed myself up for. I didn't want to touch my computer. And then I realized I was overwhelmed by the channels on the TV, the items I had DVR'd, the items I had on my Netflix list. And then there is my pile of books. And the ideas I have and tasks I've given myself to do in my art making. Nothing could touch the to do list I have at work. I'm overwhelmed. Completely totally overwhelmed. Maybe this is me realizing what depression looks like for me, as its descending. Usually I don't know until I'm in the black and I just have to ride it out.
But I've been doing some thinking, and some art making, and its still important to me to post it here. And I've been doing mega-thinking about what I want to do with this space: I feel like I can't share it because of my job. But I want to start developing a professional persona, building my business so that I have more control and do the work I want to do without being completely buried under paperwork. And I have this voice I've discovered. I want to share my own lived experience.
So I'm thinking. Apologies for the absence, but I needed it.
And for this Book A Week challenge I've set for myself: I've read 17 books so far, but 28 weeks have gone by. I have so many half read books, stacks and piles. And wow, I'm reading some amazing books.

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