I’m taking advantage of my liberties this week. I have free time and so I am offering an update. Honestly, I want to take tomorrow off as a mental health day. No one will need me and so I could easily be gone, but I feel guilty taking a day off just after my vacation. It seems like a waste.
Surely I will need that extra day, somewhere in the future, much more desperately.
One leg at a time - that is how we put on our big-girl pants.
I’ve been tired all week. I’m not sleeping well. At first I blamed it on Husband who is sick and has been snoring heavily but last night he slept soundly for the first time in two weeks and I still found myself awake at two a.m.. Anyway, my eyes are heavy. I’m seriously considering the old “nap in the car” trick at lunch today.
On a positive note, the sun is shining today. It makes me think of this version of Bob Marley’s Sun is Shining:
I would pay real cash money to go spend a day in the hot desert right now. Anywhere warm, really. Is it wrong to want to curl up in the sun like a cat? (Or maybe just with my cats.)
What I should do is go for a walk around my neighborhood. Or by the river.
Or in the woods.
(Not the woods, it would block out the sun.) Anywhere that I can. I should
shake off my urge to be inside and hibernate. I should shake off my urge to get
in the car and drive, going as fast and as far as I can.
What is it about winter that makes me feel trapped? Despite everything going the way it should be, despite having everything I need and more, I just want to run away and not tell anyone where I am going.
Maybe I should start looking for a new therapist.
See above: a list of things I should do that I probably will not (i.e. go for a walk, look for a therapist, stop feeling trapped). See this link: Things that I will stop doing because this link made me giggle.
Now see and ponder this:
Prisoners used to wear hats, people. Hats. How dapper is that?