To worry... or not to worry...?
Monday, May 14, 2018
Blissed-out by belly rubs... the Cooper-dog dreams of wondrous things. I don’t believe that he ever has nightmares, I see him twitch, hear him bark, and watch his tail wag... all while he is sleeping, but he never appears to be in distress, in fact quite the opposite. Perhaps because everything is very much in the “now” for him? He does not anticipate beyond his next treat or walk... and doesn’t look back and regret. What has been is done and over with unless it brought pleasure and will undoubtedly happen over and over again... what will happen, will happen... or it won’t. Either way he doesn’t stress over it. He doesn’t invest in it emotionally. Golly, I think I wanna be more like my dog! lol
Yesterday was kinda difficult. I got stuck in what I call my irrational rabbit brain... it hops from one catastrophic possibility to the next to find elaborate explanations for simple problems. I can see it happening as it’s happening, but I can’t seem to stop it from happening... and of course everything ends up being about me, even when I know it has nothing to do with me. Sigh. See what I mean? I need to be more like my dog... chill out and sleep well. And my glucose went wonky again. It resolved itself... eventually. Sigh. The doctor said my reactive hypoglycemia is so sensitive that eating three extra crackers can trigger it. Bplft. Yikes.
On a more upbeat note... I went through the clothes I pulled out of my closet... and I pulled absolutely everything out... there was nothing left in there, except my one pair of reminder pants that I kept from when I was at my heaviest... ( I keep those so that when I start feeling down I can pull them out and step into one leg and see exactly how far I have come!)... anyway... empty closet... I was brutally unsentimental sorting through everything else... and now I actually have adequate space for everything I am keeping lol! I invited my niece and her friends over to scope out the pile of my clothes I am getting rid of (some with tags still on them) in a wide variety of sizes and styles... we will see... whatever is leftover I am donating. That is a Friday chore. Along with a dump run with broken electronics and a quick stop at the grocery store. My brother is getting the table lamp that I no longer use, and the teal and dark purple sheers that I haven’t used in 10 years! (They match the covers of his yurt). After I get that closet situated I have a pile of boxes of random papers to sort through (probably mostly recycling)... and then my entryway closet... and then what will I do with myself when I am too restless to read, and can’t sleep? Hmmm... maybe I will start writing in earnest once again?
It’s an option anyway..,