I didn’t realize until the other day that I haven’t listened to a podcast in months. Before then I had religiously listened to more than a few, so often that I would go weeks without listening to music in the car. Politics, history, talk, oddities and interesting things, series, you name it, I listened to it.
So I got back into it this week. I know this sounds kind of odd, but I feel like it’s another sign that I’m almost back to normal. Almost. We’re close.
I’m realizing for the first time the strain of the last six months on me. It’s taken a long time to get back to even close to baseline, and it’s odd because I didn’t realize just how far I had strayed.
I wouldn’t count this as an episode, not in the least, but I think there were a lot of little signs that things weren’t exactly right. Let’s call it out of sorts. That’s probably a better way of putting it. Things weren’t wrong, but they weren’t right either.
So yeah, podcasts were definitely part of the equation. And they’re an indication that life, and me, are returning to normal.
At work today I had an awesome idea for a post. I had it all mapped out in my head, and parts of it written. And then I got busy and I totally forget what any of it was. I hate when that happens.
I guess I’ll leave it here today, with a step in the right direction and cursing lithium brain.
Stay safe, friends.