On Not having Kids: the Choices we Make

With the days growing shorter and work being what it is, I find that once again I don’t even leave the apartment — and when I do, it’s usually for a short errand like grocery shopping or returning something to Amazon at the local Staples. Work fills up my time, especially now with less daylight, but that’s only half the story. My energy is drained more regularly and thoroughly as I spend more of my spoons there. Fortunately, I believe that at this point in time the downward spiral has slowed down. I am able to select points in my day where I take care of myself on a regular basis. I manage to sleep more overall. I exercise, though briefly, a couple of times a week (OK, twice, and it’s still a struggle, but hey, better than nothing). I go for short walks to get some sun while it’s still out. I see a therapist again to keep an eye on everything, and I managed to get a hold of ADHD meds (finally) if I need them. And yet, or perhaps because of all of this, I find that I’m thirsty to be…

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