It’s interesting that no matter who I talk to or where they are in the world or, for that matter, where they are in life, the discussion always curves around to the topic of “trauma brain.” Everyone is exhausted, everyone is traumatized, everyone is struggling. Everyone is dealing with deaths in the family, the deaths of friends, the death of expectations and in some (many) cases, the death of hope.
Bad news: the news is bad.
[cut scene of me drafting a truly depressing follow up to that statement, and then deleting it]
I’ve picked up my old camera which I’m not fond of but is serviceable (it’s a 2016 Canon Rebel T6, so it’s not a bad camera!). The real trick is that I’m not very familiar with the ins-and-outs of photography with a real camera, so I truly don’t know what I’m doing! But the heart of it is doing the thing so here is a very plain photo of Keely from this morning, taken with my camera and with minimal post-processing corrections…at least she’s cute?
One positive thing I’m doing is trying to sort out my mornings. If I have to get up at 5:30 am to walk the dog before the heat of the day sets in, then what am I doing with the following hours? I think I’m so set in the habit of gearing myself up for the day job by numbing my thoughts/emotions that I still, even months after quitting, find myself zoning out for a long while. I don’t think I need to, anymore, but oh, brains are hard to re-wire!