A lot has happened since my last post; I got my bike stolen, found the guys who had stolen my bike, got mugged by the same guys, decided I’d had enough and then bought a house and moved to another city. That’s the long and short of it.
I’m OK, sort of.
Yeah, sort of … it took a few weeks before I could sleep at all again after it happened. Felt like such a weight came off my shoulders when I finally moved, four months after the mugging. Still having real problem sleeping though. Usually don’t get more than 6-7h, and that’s on a good night.
To top things off, the house I bought isn’t really in such a great shape. Lots of things needs fixing, some more urgent than others. So at times I’m seriously questioning my decision to move. Sure, I turned down to a lot (!) of houses that were in worse shape than this, and I really don’t have any money saved up. Guess I’m just worried I can’t turn things around all on my own.
This is all just doubts I carry around with me in my head. I know I’m fully capable of fixing most stuff, and I can break down into managable parts the rest which I’ll have to pay someone else to do. I know this. Shit just wears you down sometimes, you know. So I’m taking it one day at a time right now. Trying to focus on things that give me energy and motivation rather than the other way around.
It’s working, sort of.