Yaaay!
I think that worked for now; changing the URL threw off the bot traffic.
I can't decide if I want to keep it this way, as the isolation feels peaceful right now.
With that feeling of security, I'll probably breathe, cry, sing in writing like my girl Anais Nin wanted me to.
Thought vomit:
I want to get out of the tech field, but it seems I'm stuck.
I've been in this industry for 13 years yet I still don't consider myself technical!
And where would I go?
And how would I contribute to our household if I start all over?
It feels this whole "transition to HCL" conundrum is a way out for me, but I need security and assurance more than ever.
I'm too old to be confused! Too old to not have a path.
I feel so lost right now.
And these negative feelings come with cravings!
For connection - but, that's for another time.
Speaking of cravings, I kinda want to have midnight snack even though I am already overweight!
I have zero self control!! 🙃
More random photos:
Shoefie at Starbucks Reserve Westgate
Just some random old photo showcasing how much I look like my son
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