Life at The House of Hale has become comfortably mundane, which is nice. I’m thankful for the time to relax, spend time with my Little and enjoy the change of the seasons. Of corse, none of that is really great fuel for in depth blogging. lol.
There are plenty of current events I could dedicate my time and opinion to at the moment, but like so many people tired of hearing the same old rhetoric from various political parties, I’m tired of restating my own arguments for my opinions again, again, and again. It’s not that I’ve become apathetic to the human condition or things going on around me, it’s that the things going on in the world have rendered themselves into a continual loop. Religious uproar about equality, mass shooting, political pundits rambling on making fools of themselves, celebrity scandal, wash, rinse, and repeat. It’s been said that 2015 is the year Americans have become offended by everything, and looking back at the beginning of this year it appears to be true. The masses move from one outrage to the next and yet where does it get us? Diagnosis of depression and anxiety are at an all time high, society is crumbling from the inside out.
There is nothing left to say on either subject, just like I don’t particularly have anything to write about in my own life. Sometimes silence is better than contributing to the drivel, and that’s pretty much where I’ve found myself recently. Even when I sit down with thoughts over flowing, as I’m rereading before I hit publish it just doesn’t seem that I’m actually contributing meaningful thoughts. I haven’t really had a cyber presence at all in recent days, aside from my prescheduled pictures and memes. Nothing to hide, just nothing to say. lol.
Apparently, this is of great concern to people… I’ve been asked if I’m depressed, angry, sad, and okay what feels like a million times. Which is ironic, since it’s the first time I’ve really been completely balanced and okay in quite a while. My writing helps me purge and control my overwhelming emotions whatever they may be, happiness, sadness, anxiety, etc. When I’m balanced I don’t really have a need to write, nor can I really get in the right frame of mind to sit down and organize my thoughts beyond the few little list of things I need to accomplish for the week. It’s actually a good thing when I’m quiet. I mean the moments are rare, few and far between but it doesn’t indicate a problem.
I’m just happy. lol.