Signing out?

I have noticed something interesting. I blog when I am miserable. When I am unhappy, I overthink everything happening around me to make something witty and interesting for people to read.

When I am happy, I am too busy running around doing shit, and completely forget about writing.

I don't know what this means in the long term.

Six months ago, I left suburban Melbourne to live in semi rural Victoria. Now, each day, I look out my front door and see Mount Macedon and it makes me happy. Living at the beach used to make me happy, but sometimes it would be three weeks, for one reason or another, before I saw the ocean, but now, I notice the mountain every day.

Six weeks ago, I left my full time job of 29 years (I did leave for a little while, to have a baby and check out if the grass was greener) and I am now working as a counselor/social worker an hour out of Melbourne.  I feel like a completely different person. It is hard to believe I was so depressed and miserable for all those years (which, like most of us, I have kept hidden). Now I feel like a completely different person. It took three years to make this transformation, but it was worth everything I had to go through to get there.

I am now an empty nester, and I really miss 'The Kid'. But our generational family tradition is to bring up children to be completely independent, which is fantastic, but crap if you want a Sunday roast type event or do hands on adult parenting.

I don't really know what this means for my blog, but thank you for reading anyway, until I decide what I am doing.

I do have a half arsed plan to blog from my new workplace, but will see how that goes.