Blogiversary and Lethargy

Today marks three years of sharing my anxieties and successes here in Blogistan. The last year is surely the weakest content-wise, and I shan't offer up any links for incredible reading. I will say that if you haven't read anything from the 2008 or 2009 archives, just pick something and see how well I wrote when I was inspired. Night and day, people.

I've been trying to get motivated to write for a few days now. I am having an all-encompassing sadness shrouding everything. I fall into depression briefly each day, but it isn't sticking at this point, thankfully. My leg hair is becoming quite visible to me, and looking at it makes me wanna curl up in the fetal position, so I'm trying not to look at it. Gonna be a long summer...

I have been thinking about something that Renee once wrote on her Transsexual Ferox blog. I don't know if the thought originated with her, but that's where I got it. She wrote that one person cannot be both your shelter and your storm. I have come to realize (and probably the last to see it) that Mrs. Leslie cannot be my primary source of comfort at the same time that she is my antagonist. This isn't working. Truly, the same can be said for her. My gender issues grate on her. Maybe she has stopped coming to me for comfort now, which would explain the emotional distance that I continue to experience. Me, I just want her to hold me at the moment, and make me feel like I can get through this stuff.

She knows that I will go back to the epilation well again all too soon for her, so perhaps the distance will be maintained. If so, I may find myself epilating sooner than she expects.

So, there's my happy blogiversary post. A joyous occasion, no?