Every year I try to re-read at least the previous year of journal entries in their entirety. It's one of the things I do, to make sure that I remain true to myself and remember the lessons I've already learned, so there's no need to learn them again.
Since it still takes me a while to read, and since one of the resolution-type things that I've been doing and trying to stick to is the one where I try and walk at least a mile a day, I'm only to almost the end of January 2005 so far.
It's rough going. I just watched the dissolution of my family again, complete with the final parenting argument with my soulsister's ex-fiance. There was work stuff. There was moving stuff. There was scary social drama stuff. There was stuff that really broke my brain and shredded it. January and February were not good months in 2005.
There were good things. Getting some space of my own was good. Rabbit Hole Day was awesome.
I'm not half so morose now as I was feeling before my shower. I am clean, with a nice toasty-warm bright pink nightgown on. figment0
stopped by a little earlier with an item that was his wife's that he thought I'd appreciate. And I do. Oh, indeed, I very much do. I am embracing my inner Pretty Pink Princess here.
I imagine work will have gotten back up to something near speed tomorrow. There were only a handful of people in today, according to Figment, who was one of them, and they were all on the phones, near enough.