Daily Archives: August 21, 2017

Driving

So I drove out to the place I’ll be working this year and timed how long it would take me to get there leaving when the bus does.  I got there in plenty of time but got crossed up trying to get parking.  I was walking up to the building when the church clock chimed 8 a.m.  So I would have been a little late this morning.  But I talked to the English department assistant and got the scoop on where to park.  SO that was good,  Got my syllabus printed off as well so that was nice.  We will see how many students show up in my banner listing in the next couple of days.

I’m going to go back out tomorrow with that knowledge and make sure I can get there in time.  I’ll need to talk to Candy and Christi so I can leave the doors open for them and see them in while I’m gone.

I think it’s going to be a good setup.  I’m going to give regular quizzes then then just use those quiz questions to make up the tests.  THen I’ll give  a three-paragraph essay question for the rest of the test and grade it like a comp essay.  I think that will work well.

 

 

 


Thoughts

I was like a kid at Christmas time when I finally got to release my book.  It was beyond exciting.  We (my editor and team) had been working hard for weeks.  Finally, the project was complete.  And now I get to hear the feedback.

True to form, I’m contemplating my next book project.  I think about what it takes to get past extreme disappointment.  I ponder on how someone without mental illness goes through life, and then I quickly realize I have no perspective on that–and if not mental illness than something else.  Right?

I wanted to take a thirty day blog challenge, where I actually wrote for 30 days straight.  The biggest problem is not the writing, it’s coming up with innovative topics that readers might find interesting.  And to be honest, not everyone wants to read about mental illness.  But that’s my expertise.

I found writing the book, “Bipolar Disorder, My Biggest Competitor,” one of the great challenges in my life.  Most of which had to with healing past challenges.  Deciding within myself what I wanted to reveal and what I would hold sacred.  But I like sharing and so therefore I didn’t hold much back.  I hope my readers appreciate it and can see I truly care about people.

I may be going to Texas for a talk.  I had hoped to become a National Speaker, so this fits nicely in my realm of dreams.

If you have read the book, please leave a review on Amazon.  It will help others find the book.  It might help someone else to overcome their challenges.

Have a great week everyone!  Until tomorrow!

 

 


Vacation Valium and College Chromebook

Late Saturday night I returned from a week+ vacation to Walt Disney World.  I had planned very thoroughly to fit in all the rides and shows and parades and random street performers, and then my mom encountered a medical issue and plans flew out the window.  We still had fun, we just didn’t get to […]

How did we get here?

The long list of damage I’ve done in my marriage is overwhelming sad, and true. No one outside of us could ever understand. I’m thinking about renting a studio for like 2 months. Give each other space and maybe relearn/remember why we like each other. I need to learn how to be alone and fulfill myself. I haven’t been at hospital stage lately, but had intense anxiety and mood swings. He doesn’t have the energy right now to worry about me. Maybe space will help. Have fun dates. I can’t handle knowing how much pain I have caused him. It hurts too much. Take away the obligation of him taking care of me for a short while. Take away the obligation of pretending all is well. I can’t afford prices on my own for more than 2 months.

This plan feels right.  Its better than packing my bags and running altogether. I can still see my therapist. Keep my job.  Am I full of sh*t?  Trying to convince myself this makes total sense when it’s completely insane. I don’t know.  Perhaps. Probably. But, maybe not.

I found this meme thinking it was for my husband.  Actually, I think it’s for me. I’m lost. Can I find myself again?