Been awhile since I wrote. Haven’t really had too much to report lately. It’s been too cold and too much snow to really go anywhere or do much of anything. I’m getting burned out on reading, messing with my computers, and just staying home. I’m glad to hear it’s supposed to start warming up again, at least by early March standards within a couple days. I don’t think my town has been above freezing point in three weeks. It’s one of the toughest cold spells I can recall. There are times I have gone a few days in a row without even going outside it’s been so cold. I don’t even know how much snow we still have on the ground except that it’s at least twelve inches. Looking out my window, I can see one of the parking lots across the street from my house has piles of shoveled snow at least ten feet tall. I used to go sledding on piles like that growing up. It’s been one of the snowiest winters I can recall. I haven’t seen even dried up grass since Christmas.
I write about the weather because I don’t have much else to report. Been fairly stable overall. I sleep maybe eight hours a day, but not all at once. I usually sleep five hours in the night and take a couple naps during the day. My days normally start around four a.m. I usually nap for a couple hours in the afternoon, usually for an hour in the evening after dinner, and then I usually take my medications and call the day done around ten p.m. I like this routine actually more than the all nighters I was pulling as recently as a year ago. It allows me to do some things in the quiet and dark hours of early morning. But I can still leave my apartment easily and run errands at four or five a.m. before the crowds get too bad just like I could at midnight or one a.m. Usually by four a.m. about the only people on the streets are people reporting in for early morning work and city employees. In the middle of the night it’s mostly eccentrics even odder then myself and the police. And if I want to get some restaurant food without fighting the crowds, the middle of the afternoon suits me as well as the middle of the night did even as recent as three years ago.
I have settled and stabled more in my late thirties than at any time in my life. And this blog is starting to attract better than ever audiences, at least on the days I write. I’ve had at least four days since January 1st when I drew over one hundred visitors for one day. My first such one hundred plus visitor day was I think last year. I don’t know if the search engines are starting to pick me up more, more people are interested in mental health issues, or if the persistence is starting to pay off, etc. But I am getting pretty decent visits now, at least decent for my standards. When May arrives I will have been doing this blog on a regular basis for six years. I still have most of my posts from these six years online and on this site. I should go through them one of these days and see what I can discard and what I should keep so to make my blog more easy to navigate. I should also take some time to compare and contrast my writings and moods now to those early years.
I have done blogging for six years now. The longest I ever held a “real job” was four years when I worked as a janitor at the courthouse from 2008 to 2012. This blog is the most satisfying work I have done in my entire life even if it is the worst paying. With what I have spent to promote the blog and register my website, I still haven’t made a profit even after six years. Yet I really don’t care if I do. Yes, it would be cool to make some more money from my writing. I wouldn’t refuse it. But this is more a community service or labor of love than anything. Being a parent pays nothing but it’s the most influential and important job any person can have. Just because work doesn’t make money doesn’t mean someone isn’t getting something of value from it. I may never turn a profit or get bigger audiences than I am now. But that is alright with me. I just hope to keep these postings online and in public access for years to come. Maybe someone can get some benefit from these posts even after I am dead and forgotten. Of course, if a cure for schizophrenia was discovered at some point in the future, then that would be a major blessing for myself and millions with similar problems. It would mean I would have to go back to work probably. But it would be a cool problem to have being cured of schizophrenia and having to find work again. I wonder if people will still be hiring experienced writers and bloggers by then.