I have a problem with bottling up my feelings and they all kind of overflowed on Sunday. A mini-meltdown, I guess you could call it. So, now I’m supposed to be writing every day per Sir’s instruction. I’ll probably just write a blog post here every day because I forgot the password to my online journal. I can’t guarantee any of it will be interesting.
It isn’t easy for me to write on command. My mind kind of freezes.
Maybe I’ll just write about myself…
I’m learning to speak Swedish. I already know a few words anyway, my dad’s side of the family is of Swedish descent. We used to eat a lot of Scandinavian foods at holidays. No, not lutefisk. Homemade lefse and LOTS of it. In fact, my great grandpa was born in Sweden and was probably a teenager when they came to the US. My grandparents could speak Swedish and Norwegian. I wish I had taken advantage before they passed away…. I get jealous of people who still have grandparents because mine have been gone for years…
Anyway.. that’s a sore subject. It always has been. Instant tears, basically.
Learning Swedish will give me a distraction from my anxiety. Or, I hope it will. I bore easily, so I constantly need something new to challenge my mind. What better than an entirely new language?
On that same note, maybe that’s why I’m so dissatisfied with my job. It isn’t challenging me. In an attempt to fix it, my boss is giving me a different job and hiring someone else to do mine but I don’t foresee that lasting more than a few months before boredom sets in again.
Today has been a mediocre day. I haven’t felt overly anxious but I also feel a little bit like I’ve just been coasting through. There isn’t much more on my mind.