Since the Fleetwood Mac concert, I’ve been quiet, calm, and surprisingly tranquil (considering the world is on fire.) I’ve spent a lot of time thinking. It’s funny how a rock ‘n’ roll concert, in all its heart-thumping glory, can trigger inner stillness and contemplation in the aftermath. I wasn’t stapled to the floor as anticipated as a result, either. I’ve merely slept more deeply and productively; Bonus.
I sense some healing took place during the experience. Yay. I’m not very good at narrowing these things down. (I probably can’t be bothered in my rush to celebrate.) There are light and airy feelings I associate with healing recognition; like a gentle euphoria — a release of a burden whose loss keeps almost surprising you. I love it when positivity is playful.
My body is depressed today. It feels strange when my emotions don’t match my physical response. I prefer body depression over mental depression. I’ll take an annoyance over despair anytime. It still takes a lot of pep talks to get anything done, though. Gravity has suddenly increased in my dot of the universe. Even sitting upright to type this is taxing. (Still better than despair.) Heh.
The hot flashes associated with menopause are over. I didn’t know they were temporary! I thought it was for life! I’m so thrilled by this discovery. Upon further consideration, menopause rocks, yo. (I mean. I don’t know what’s coming up that requires hair in weird places, but whatever.) Love. It. It’s easier to get up earlier now, too. I must have reached the oh-shit-it’s-morning-exasperation saturation point, and started wrapping things up sooner subconsciously. So ninja. 😂
I just took a short break to catch my breath. Body depression is ridiculous. I’m not a chain smoker. Typing at my desk should not render me breathless. At least not without the agonizing soul ache that typically accompanies. I feel like I put the world on backward today. It fits better this way. Heh. (Puts a star in the blessings column.) What? 🙃
I failed on my first attempt at seeing my primary care physician. It was too cold to risk. (I think the windchill was -52 F.) I stepped outside and did an immediate about-face. Sadly, their’s no DIY option to reschedule online. You have to call or go in person. (I don’t speak on the phone.) I plan to go there to order my glasses and reschedule on my way out. I got two snail mail letters from the VA with a deadline of February 14th to reschedule. (Sorry, not sorry about your agoraphobia, bitch?) 😶
Anyway, I can do it. I’m aiming for a day with temperatures above 0 F. Monday is looking hopeful. It’s harder to combat agoraphobia during severe weather. I forgive myself for choosing safety over victory. The days of shrugging off weird weather are gone. Journey before destination. I’m off to test my new coat heater while I walk the dog. 💜✌🏾