I want to get off.  I skipped blogging on Saturday, because we were unpacking after a very fast move.  Both my husband and I got sick.  At work, it has been confirmed that my job is going to change a lot next year.  On the positive side, I adore the new apartment, and I look forward to the next 15 months.  Tonight, we walked home and went to the gym in the building.  I forgot how much I love lifting weights.  It has been an on-and-off-again passion since high school.  I love the independence and the workout music.

I’ve been meditating again now that things are normalizing a bit.  I’m currently sitting by a salt lamp and listening to “La vie en Rose”.  Simmering down before bed.

This week, I’m turning 40.  Having bipolar disorder and making it to 40 feels like an accomplishment.  Tragically, we have a dismally high suicide rate.  I’m grateful for my loved ones, medication and occasional therapy.  I’m also grateful for my own strength and choices.

Sending peace and comfort into the world.

Good night.