It has been a long time since I wrote. I’ve been in a bad place recently, feeling unhappy in just about every aspect of my life and it’s hard not to place the blame on others (*ahem* I think we all know who I’m talking about here). Slowly, my mental state has started shaping-up and I’m starting to feel more like myself.
At the end of this woe is me cycle I did rebel a bit and cut about 5 inches off my hair but it was either that or get a face tattoo so I went with the one that might help me better secure a job in the future. It was a move meant to make me feel better about myself and guess what? It worked.
Through the last few months we have had so many friends and family and even folks in passing conversation encouraging the endeavor we have taken on with Sligo but guys, this is hard. This project has brought with it a level of stress and friction that Marcus and I have never experienced before. I mean, that might not be necessarily true. I am sure we went through some major stages of stress after the birth of each of the girls. I know Marcus was stressed to the point he would sleep-walk and looking back I definitely went through post-partum depression. But, here we are, nearly eight years later and we’re thriving and still married. Our girls are thriving (though mommy did fall asleep and was five minutes late picking them up from school the other day so there is room for improvement) and even though they’ve probably felt like their lives are wholly unfair at times they really do love us.
Maybe that is where the lesson to all of this lies. Despite the trials we have faced over the years we have come through in the end. We made it through the early stages of marriage. We made it through the early stages of parenthood. We made it through the early stages of puppyhood (still kind of going through that actually). It only stands to reason that we’ll make it through this project as well. And, on the bright side, Marcus hasn’t started sleep walking. Yet.