It seems that I write much better when I have something bad going on in my life. The last 5 months have been going very well so when I pull up this screen to write something I feel like I’m just repeating myself.

I’ve been irritated by things lately, but since they mostly involve other people, I can’t/won’t write about them in a public space like my blog. And that irritates me, too. All these things bouncing around in my head and nowhere to let them out!

The other reason I haven’t been posting much is because I’ve been feeling super sensitive for quite a while now. I realize my hormones are still in flux and probably will be for a while – I can’t really think of any other reason that I’d be this sensitive for such an extended period (since I was pregnant). Posting about anything of interest to me tends to be somewhat controversial and I feel like it leaves me open, makes me jittery. That’s not what this space is supposed to be about for me. And it’s not just my blog, either, it’s everything. I’ve been nervous about talking to friends, acquaintances, family. I’m nervous about hurting other peoples’ feelings, and nervous about getting mine hurt without the other person even intending to. It’s just a sucky feeling. I wish I just didn’t care so much… either that I didn’t care about getting hurtful comments, or that I didn’t care about a subject to the point where I didn’t feel a need to comment.

Thank goodness the election is over – now we can stop watching those stupid ads on TV. I’m momentarily feeling a little more zen about politics in this country, though it’s probably only momentary. I have no idea how a country with such diametrically opposed political views ever manages to get anything done. The more I learn about history the more it seems obvious that it will just keep swinging back and forth between the two parties. I can’t spent too much time thinking about it or I’ll get all fatalistic about it.