It's almost beyond my ability to comprehend the fact that I have not posted anything to this blog for the past two years. Has it really been that long? But then when I think about it, what have I actually been doing? I should know the answer, but I still don't recognize the changes in my life as truly being permanent. I can compare this time in my life to the process of molting like a bird - but most of the old feathers are clinging on, hiding the new ones trying to grow through. Even when the new feathers do grow, pushing out the old, the bird still resembles what it was before it lost it's feathers. Nothing in my life feels familiar and the restlessness I carried around with me for so long is gone. In the past, reinventing myself was a way for me to cope with my restlessness, but it seems I have totally forgotten how to do that. Of course, restlessness is easier to manage than sadness and grief which still cling to so much of what defines me. It has seeped into every pore in my body and my body reminds me of it constantly. I feel old.

Just one victory a day would be helpful. No matter how small or large, being able to have some satisfaction might be what my body needs to help me feel alive again. The physical pain stops me in my tracks and discovering a way to diminish it's affects would be most welcome at this point. The sleep deprivation I've experienced is contributing to the physical deterioration. I'm sleepy in the evenings but as soon as my head hits the pillow, my mind won't stop. I toss and turn trying to get comfortable and end up a frustrated, tired mess. My best sleep is in the morning when I used to be up and around, ready for the day. It's a sleep shift I don't want to succumb to. It might just be time to take back my schedule and force myself to get up as early as I used to, take the dog for a walk, and try to start my day on a fresh note.

So, day one tomorrow....