I know I promised regular updates again, but after last post things got busy at work. Working on reworking document templates and workflows and email templates and new processes, I haven’t had the brainspace to properly contemplate another blog post.
I’ve had a couple of ideas rattling around, but I’ve found I need more time to shake them out before committing keyboard to text-entry field, (to adapt an old phrase in a completely strange way,) and the time just ain’t been there.
Warning: this blog post was extremely difficult to write, and took a while to make it into words. I started writing this on Wednesday, September 9th, and I’m just pressing publish now.
Before I continue, I want to be clear that I’m not sympathy-gathering. I’m not trying to blame people. I’m not trying to compete in a “my life is so hard” contest. I’m just looking to heal, so I’m sharing a story, a long story. This is an overview of everything, and there are some painful memories. I’ve shared parts of these stories with people, but I don’t know who knows the whole story, other than myself.
Feel free to skip this post if you don’t want to deal with it, I will categorize this post and any posts directly related to it as “Painful Stuff” so you can easily identify them. I don’t blame you for not wanting to go through this. But I need to. End of warning.