MAY WAS CRAY-CRAY. *wild eyed expression*
What did I do in the month of May? I finished up at my old job, went to New Mexico where I stayed in my parents’ house in the “country” (aka, middle of nowhere), hiked and ate good food in Santa Fe with my boyfriend who *sniff* had to leave me to go “work” and, thus, I was left to stay by myself and write. Then what happened is that I realized that being alone in a house a mile from the neighbors and MANY miles from police or hospitals feels a little scary. (I now understand why some people might want a hand gun). So I went a night with a friend who lived closer to civilization.
Then I said Good-bye to New Mexico, went to the airport, got a job offer while waiting for my plane, quit that job 8 days later (after being told to “Stop talking!” during a conference call), went to New York to visit sister, went to BF’s friend’s wedding in upstate NY, all while I attempted to finish a screenplay to send to the Meryl Streep funded Women In Film Lab, (I was supposedly working on it in New Mexico), and despite feeling very snowball-in-hell-ish about it, I sent it off during one hot, muggy rainy night in my sister’s Brooklyn apartment. Then we got Thai food and I went home. End of May.
Then came June I got another job and now I’m back to working full-time.
What I’m attempting to convey with these very personal details is that “keeping busy” can help one cope with loss.