The thing about these cycles is that I never know what I will emerge from them feeling. Sometimes I end up making major life choices. Others I just kind of fall back into old patterns. Whatever reasons cause me to have them, I still end up playing catch up for the next couple of weeks with friends and family just to let them know I'm alive, doing well, and no, nothing serious has happened to me.
So, this is my post saying, I'm alive, doing well, and no, nothing serious has happened to me.
This particular cycle was uneventful, save from a couple of strange dreams where I return to Marion and end up in the house I grew up in. Really strange stuff. Then I wake up and remember that none of it happened, and I'm back to normal. Maybe it is some sort of fear that if I end up going nowhere, I'll go back. I don't want to go back, and I can't imagine any circumstances under which I would return, but I have also learned to never say never.
This week did boost my spirits in terms of weather. It got back up to 80 degrees in Charlotte, which is great considering it snowed the week before, and now it's back down to the fifties. I'll be glad when summer gets here in force.
Well, there's your update. Now I'm going to bed.
