Family Living: Abbott Style

Today I was catching up with a friend when she thoughtfully wished me well during the month of February. Through the years, she has learned how much I loath the winter months. I tend to struggle, particularly, in January and February.  The holidays are over. It is dark all the time. And the weather sucks. I read somewhere that 2 hours of outdoor time is the new 10,000 steps. That resonated deeply.  Luckily, this year--the seasonal depression didn't hit me like years past.  Partially because, leading up to the holidays, I was already at war with my mental health. I mean, 2020, who wasn't? Since having Jackson, things--emotionally--just haven't been the same.  I dealt with some pp anxiety that I ended up seeking help for--and found SO much help and relief.   But atlas.... Lingering under the surface was something new.  Irritability. Anger. ---And like a wave, during certain parts of my hormonal cycle, that anger would over take me. In 2019, I spoke to m...

It has been awhile.   I've decided to just jump in like no time as passed and see what happens.  I am trying desperately to get my social media usage under control. Insert "The Social Dilemma"  plug here. I have every reason to delete all social media. And every excuse not to. For now, I have decided to use the season of Lent as a time to focus on moderation. I have set a screen time limit on my phone for social media. At exactly 9:45 this morning, I hit my screen time limit.  Day 3 and my resolve is already waining.  During this soul searching pertaining to my technology/social media usage  (or maybe perhaps, how it has gripped my life and started using me), I felt nostalgic for the days I would just sit down and write. Writing, second to running--I find very therapeutic.  I want to write a book. I have no idea what about.   Or what genre.  But if this is a goal that I want to take seriously, I must write and I must write often....