I got up early yesterday to write but instead reorganized my pin boards, and texted my neighbor Eliza to see if she would be willing to trade beer for crochet lessons. (She said yes!) Today I’ll try the writing again.
I read this on tumblr and thought it was lovely:
“There comes a point in those hungry moments when your legs go weak, and your mind can’t stop formulating to-do lists and the email notifications are coming in faster than you can even delete them. It’s a point where you’re perpetually late and the clouds of your brain clear for a second to think…there must be another way.
It’s that moment of hunger – that the mind starts to think new thoughts:
I don’t have to do this. I chose this and I can choose something else.
And that’s what happened. I chose something else.”
Happy Monday to you all. I took a long walk at twilight yesterday after finding myself weeping for no good reason into the bath towel hanging from the shower rod. Wendy tells me there is a little bit of “fake it til you make it” in getting back on track, and I am trying to be ok with that part of it, too. While walking I did Gratitudes and Thanks. I really and truly AM grateful and thankful for the many blessings of my life, but currently I am not able to FEEL either gratitude or thankfulness. So I faked it and walked and paused to look at every pretty and interesting thing along my path and then it was done and I went to bed.
I am already tired by pretending today, but the day is half over.
Now that I’ve worked through my fear of taking the medication, I can’t wait to try it. I’m choosing something else!