I have not been able to work this week. I wish I could say something else, but I can’t. Sometimes you can put life aside and work and work. Sometimes life demands that you focus solely on that. Am I thankful that I have the ability to be flexible to issues that arise suddenly? Sure.
Head’s up, I’m going to get rather preachy about animal care below, so if you don’t want to read it I’d suggest clicking away now. I’ll have a regular post out Friday.
Now, I got home from camping on Sunday night. I’d been gone less than 24 hours and I came home to find the fish in my tank almost all dead. Now, before some roll their eyes, this isn’t the tank with Sponge Bob decor you get your child. This tank has taken me hundreds of hours and a chunk of money to get up and running. It’s saltwater. There are corals that I’ve grown to doube or triple the size they started at. I came home to everything dead or dying in the span of a day.
If you’re like me, you love your animals to death. They are your babies. Your family. My fish are included in that. They have their own little personalities, and they deserve the same respect that any other animal gets.
I had no idea what had gone wrong with my tank. There are a lot of factors with saltwater, and I’m still learning, but perfectly healthy fish dying that quickly is not something I could have done anything about.
So, I didn’t write Monday or Tuesday. I cried. I cried a lot. I did everything I could and I lost two more Monday night. I ran all the tests that I could and everything was fine. I blamed myself. I sat by the tank and watched them go. I couldn’t do anything else, and it seemed the least I could do because the answers were elusive.
This was the only one that survived.
I finally nailed down what happened, it was nothing that I did, and the measures I took when I got home Sunday night were the only thing I could have done.
This post isn’t about writing, unless you could the fact that I couldn’t have cared less about it the last few days.
Sometimes our work elevates us to enjoy life to the fullest. That’s usually how I feel, but not this week.
Will things get better? Yes, and they already are. I will get back to writing next week. We have visitors coming tomorrow, so I might get some work done later, but we’ll have to see. Sometimes trying to work while you’re emotionally drained only leads to mistakes.
I often times wish writing and life existed in two different hemispheres, but then the writing would be rather lifeless and life would be rather bland.
Firefish photo taken from LiveAquaria.com