Well. I will speak truth. 2019 sucked.
I mentioned I’d hunker down and focus on my day job for a new project. Turns out the project was, and still, more than I comprehended. No matter the task at the office, the drive to write or edit my work was sucked out or me by lunch. Monitor updates, high-reactive tech support, and issue assessment, where the life of a firefighter hotshot is every minute for eight hours, extinguishing and containing one fire after another. Netflix, YouTube, and Critical Role helped cope those bad and very bad stressful days. Rare to read and finish a good book. I visited places to break cabin fever for a bit (I’ll share later).
Work wasn’t the main issue I faced. Moving to a new home was the largest.
It was inevitable. My former roommate was going through a crossroads situation career wise. He had an interview at Disneyland, then was offered his dream job. He did have backup plans in case he didn’t get it, such as moving back to Michigan and re-group. Meanwhile, with the day job messing with my head, I had issues finding a new roommate, even a new home. Rent jumped $80, and that was just my half. There were contingency places to stay with my roommate, but finding a new home was difficult to narrow down, both for price and commute distance.
Until my little brother called me.
His girlfriend at the time was moving out; quite sudden for him. He knew I was looking so he called me up after work, told me the details and I went “Sold!” without thinking twice. Essentially I was moving ten minutes from the apartment to my brother’s condo in Foothill Ranch. Once my former roommate got the job, he settled on another plan to live with a well-known family in Long Beach, which one of them worked the same job in the music department as him.
By around September, our directions were set. I moved out on the weekend I was supposed to be in Las Vegas. Still bummed about that.
Still, with the move and work and the somewhat break from the day job insanity in winter, I still couldn’t write, edit, or enjoy a book. There was one day I was real close to writing, thought the mojo was returning, but only managed fifty words. I felt sick just with my own output. Long yoga and meditation sessions were passed, a lot. So like I said before: I binged movies and TV shows, obsessed over Critical Role, and visited places, and did a new activity.
Managed to visit Star Wars Galaxy’s Edge in the summer, like… a month before the craziness happened. Still haven’t road the Millennium Falcon ride; I’m waiting for the line to drop a bit more.
Visited Kernville, CA on a camping trip with the roommate a week before moving out. This campground was at a small airport, which amazingly, camped next to private puddle jumper planes of various sizes and models. It was the first time to see the Milky Way with my naked eye for the first time (sorry, pics didn’t come out right).
Traveled Palm Springs a week after moving into my brothers. Road the Aerial Tramway up and down, something I never heard of until a month prior. Makes me want to camp overnight there.
I learned about surfing. No lie. Maybe a new hobby. Maybe not. Forgot most of it.
Visited Seattle for a weekend last month. For those following me on twitter I shared a bunch of pictures that time. I’ll have to blog about that next time, much to talk about, even the large slab of smoked salmon I bought.
Trips aside, I have been dealing with a new health issue, physical wise. Sciatica. First time I ever had it, and the first time feeling electric shocks down my left leg as I walked or move. I visited the chiropractor a few times to make the electric pain stop and have a yoga regiment at the studio and home, but I still have to deal with tingling sensations in my lower glute, outside shine and ankle. I’ll see a doctor eventually to see how long until I can sit and walk comfortably again. Then again, it does prove that office life isn’t for me.
For work, it’s still the same chaotic nature as last year. I don’t see any real end of it until May or June by my estimation. Will I be able to write fiction or edit stories this first half of 2020? I can’t promise that. I have habits to change and routines to create to make it happen, and a pinky thick nerve to heal.