Work has not been going well and it’s making my depression significantly worse. Most of the problems are tied up in daddy issues and the neglect I suffered as a kid, but the whole “dedicating 12 hours of my day to something I don’t like very much” thing isn’t helping.

I’ve told friends with crappy jobs to “find satisfaction elsewhere” and “it’s ok to work to live instead of live to work” but I’m finding it difficult to take my own advice. It seems like all my time is consumed by work, getting ready for work, commuting to work, commuting home from work, recovering from work and sleeping so I can continue to work. I haven’t taken my writing seriously since spring of 2006 – when I graduated from college. I have a BFA in writing!

This is a very roundabout way of saying that I’m going to start blogging again. I started keeping an online diary in 1997 and continued pretty faithfully until I graduated from college. And then, for some unknown reason, I stopped. Maybe because I thought my life was too boring?

I hope that by forcing myself to write regularly, I can rekindle the talent and passion I once had. And failing that, I hope I can feel somewhat productive.