Almost 1 Year

 The 1 year anniversary of the day they found mark is coming up.  It’s the 2nd of April his technical date of death….


I feel like I should plan ahead and take that day off of work.   


As an ADHD person or maybe all people are this way but numbers and dates hold value to me and it can really change my mood.



It’s a Tuesday, my planning day but I often also sub.   But I think I probably should take that dayoff?



Sometimes that date will fall during spring break but this year it’s right after.  I don’t want people to think I am a slacker but I also feel like I might be a mess?


As it gets closer my mind is often thinking of him.  Driving by the place they found him didn’t bother me for the last several months but now it’s starting to look the way it looked when it happened.  An early spring, still light out at night and def light when I drive to work past the red barn.



I have been really more depressed lately and not finding joy in things that I usually find joy in. 

So people are going to have to bare with me.  Bear?   LoL



On the bright side I started Shipt Shopping.  It’s really addictive like a video game.  My ADHD is loving it and I will def not love it forever but I am loving it right now.   It’s decent money but exhausting, it’s good for exercise too!


So instead of going out and spending money I am werking and making that money.   Lets hope the fun of it lasts a bit cause I could really use that money.


It’s funny though the more you work the more you’re like “I earned this” and you spend it all.  Or maybe that’s just me.   Anyways… yeah that’s where I am today.

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