Where Have You Been?

I know I have been incognito for a while.  It feels like I am waking up from a long, depressing sleep.  I have not had a lot to write about or discover.  Partly because my life isn't what it used to be anymore.  It used to be filled with literature and music and art and fun.  It still is in some ways, but I feel like I want more of it to come back.  I want it to fill me up like it used to. 

I have been watching the Divergent series on DVD.  I remember the times I was getting involved in the story, loving the dystopian universe that was being discovered, watching Four and adoring him, wanting to be a part of Dauntless, and I wondered what happened to that woman who was doing so.  Three years certainly changes someone.  It happened to me. 

What about the Hunger Games?  I finally watched the last of the series too.  Why did I wait so long in that respect?  Was I that depressed and broke I couldn't make time to go see it earlier?  Did I really lose myself that much?  Did I become so boring and depressed?  How can I make myself the person I used to be again? 

Maybe I need to remind myself everyday of the good things I used to do, not the bad things. 

Who am I?  What brought me joy?  What made me a whole person?

List of things I need to make me happy: 
--Books (read every day like you used to)
--Movies (watch at least one movie once a week)
--Opera (no longer a subscriber, but can still see one on DVD)
--Music (still listen to some, and get a bunch more of a variety now that I have a significant other)
--Baseball (Giants are my favorite; have to confess, they are a reason I stopped reading and going to opera so much)
--Teaching (love working with kids, that will never stop)
--Art (trying to delve into it; museums are a favorite but creating it is not coming together)
--Genealogy (has been a constant for the last two years and intervened with a lot of reading time)

There may be more but for right now, I will try to start with these. 

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