I have not posted a blog post since March 25, 2017. *GULP* When I think about how much my life has changed in that time, a huge part of me wants to put the keyboard away, grab my phone and bluetooth speaker, and curl up in bed with a book or a podcast. But….I had a request to pick up my virtual pen and post again. And that request came from my beloved uncle, so who am I to ignore that?
So to figure out what exactly I should write for this (hopefully) first post in my return to regular blogging, I looked back at the last few postings here and that didn’t help me narrow things down. Quite to the contrary, it made me realize that this is going to take quite a few posts for me to hit the main points in the story arc needed to paint a picture of what happened during my radio silence. Ooh, ooh, is it outline time? I used to be a pantser and now I’m a plantser. Technically, that only applies when I’m in novel prep and not blog prep, but in this case, plantsing applies. So I’ll think about main points about life since my last post in which I wrote about really being a writer. Oh boy did that thing ever jinx me or what?! Ha! Long story short on that one is that I learned a lot from Jerry’s Guild but being on a fixed income, I quit paying for it, especially since I wasn’t making enough use of it. I felt like the webinars simply repeated themselves and I was no longer learning anything new. I had to trim costs because of, woo our first outline item! #RoGetsAnApartment. Yes, I speak in hashtags.
Actually something bigger happened before I got my apartment, but the trimming costs thing started when I knew I’d be getting my own place. We must back up to, holy crap I can’t believe I never posted about this since Jayden, better known as Insert when I began this blog, was the entire reason it was started in the first place.
At the end of September, I flew Jayden to Fresno, CA to retire with his puppy raisers. This will need to be its own special post, so I’ll leave out the details for now. I will say however, that his retirement couldn’t have been any better unless he had been able to stay with me. Ok I’m gonna start crying now, so stay tuned for a post all about his retirement and what a beautiful thing it is. For your peace of mind, just imagine my mellow yellow lab laying on his back on the couch while his two best friends, career-change male yellow labs, lay nearby. The three of them are inseparable!
In July of last year, I took a trip to Colorado, leaving Jayden home since at that point, Jayden was pretty much fully retired, and I didn’t want to put him through the rigors of such a trip. My bestie Chupa lives in Colorado and there was a conference in the Rockies, a weekend of recovery for members of my program and their families. My plan had been to go to the conference as an excuse to hang out with Chupa, and maybe soak up a little recovery while I was at it. While I had remained sober, I hadn’t been active in a recovery program since just before I received Jayden in 2010. That was a lot of years of no active program filling the vacuum which alcohol had created when I gave it up. I blogged about the terrible headspace I was in in February of last year. Little did I know that fully Immersing myself back into a program of recovery would relieve me of that misery.
The conference filled me up, and as we joined hands to pray at the close, I started saying the words only for them to be swallowed by gut-wrenching sobs as I listened to the swell of united voices in the convention hall. I was home. Another long story short, perhaps lengthened in coming posts, I ran back to Bellingham and dove head first into the program that saved my life back in April of 2005, the program that kept me sober through the loss of my eyesight in 2008, the principles that kept me sober through the dry years, through deaths and health issues, and world events that threatened to break me. Now that I’m back actively working a program of recovery, I am much better suited to handle the news of the world without needing to call the suicide prevention hotline like I did last year. #Grateful
After much searching and aggravation and near hopelessness at my circumstances, I finally found an adorable studio apartment. I’m grateful that my last romantic relationship moved in to one of good friendship. I’ve lived independently now since December and LOVE IT! This is the first time it’s been just me since 2007 when B and I took each other hostage back in my sighted days. I’m now one of those blind people I had admired so much when I was newly blind and reading blog posts by other blind people who lived on their own and took care of themselves. Wow! This would not be going as smoothly (knock on wood) as it is without all of my friends.
My friends! Oh my friends…the people in the fellowship who have scooped me up and made me a part of their family. Thank God for my friends!
So, there’s a few tidbits for you, dear reader, and for future me who will look back and be grateful I’m catching up on my personal archives. Let this post be an outline for posts to come. Let me hereby commit to regular writing here and hopefully over at Randi Writes where I hope to start sharing some creative writing stuff. It’s still a work in progress. Creating a website while blind can be rather challenging on the visual elements. Speaking of, I was informed that the contrast between text and background here at the Roof is somewhat hard to read. This was the first I’d heard of it, so I wonder if my colors somehow got changed. Sighted readers, would you mind leaving me a comment with the device you’re using and how the site looks for you? Thanks in advance.
I hope you are well, that you know you are loved, and that you might be surprised to check in here and finally see a new post if you used to be a regular reader. It’s been hard out there in the world and I hope to get back to spreading my silver linings like Santa Clause spreads cheer. *groan* Ro, really? It’s freaking June. Happy summer, ya’ll! Unless you’re in Australia, in which case, stay warm!