End of year depression - or, why I haven't blogged recently

The only year I wasn't depressed between Thanksgiving and Christmas was 2005, while I was writing my first book and was in a state of perpetual elation. (Footnote: I reread it in January and saw that it lacked on all counts, but that's another story -- .)

I'm also fighting flu this time and have been for the past week. Rick just left to visit his mother and won't be back until sunset tomorrow, but he cooked a lot of yummy food for me before he left. Since I've never been much of one for holidays anyway, I'm actually looking forward to the alone time, studying EFT and watching the DVDs, staying up late (so all the creaks in the house won't scare me -- note to myself: don't read John Connelly or Stephen King), bonding with my cat, Hunter (or Honey Hunner, since he's been pussified), and keeping the fire built up to stay warm.

I also need to work on enhancing my creativity, a project for the next year. I am not satisfied with my current level of fiction-writing skill.

Researching training for grant proposal writing is on my list, too. My first day as a volunteer is January 8.

Actually, I must be feeling better, to want to do these things.

As a footnote, I joined the National Center for Homeopathy so I now have access to their amazing database and have done some exploring. Homeopathy, like EFT, is a form of energy medicine, and I've been helped by what little I've used of it so far. Now, I'm going to tackle big problems, like the nerve pain in my leg. One of these days I want to go to an opera without fidgeting in my seat or having to elevate my leg, as I had to over the weekend.

Also need to roll with the financial punches. A couple of days ago, one of our tenants broke their lease. Having a new tenant in the YSP place every year really cuts into the bottom line, when we can least afford it.

So onward!