Karan-a-go-go

I don’t want to do this, but I think I might have to: that is, blog using bullets.  I can’t help it, I’m stuck and need… to… pull… myself… up… out… of… this……. RUT!

To that end, I:

• Have decided not to pursue roller derby career; see more in the Mommyhood tomorrow.
• Am 41.
• Loved Moneyball.
• Am trying to attain sobriety.
• Also, slenderness. (Those are related, but only incidentally.)
• Can’t seem to form coherent sentences, yet am compelled to try.
• Went to Florida.
• Sort of wanted to move there.
• Am practicing gratitude more.
• Want to write every day.
• Am still alive.  And 41.  Yay!

Ah, so we come to this then- it’s sadness that makes me blog.  Or, at least, it seems to be sadness that brings me back to the blog once I’ve been away for a while.  And, so here I am, again.

The slow, sad end of my relationship has finally (hopefully) reached its nadir and I don’t know what to do with myself.  I muddled through the weekend, cheered slightly by a visit from my mom and a day with my best friend.  I was constantly on the verge of crying, but I was mostly able to stave it off.  Now, it’s Monday at 3:50 pm and… well, nothing’s going on to distract me from thinking about how he didn’t call, didn’t email, didn’t care.

Eh.  As I said on the Facebooks, I hate sadness.