I guess the main thing I am doing right now is to find my side of normal. Truly I have no idea at this point. I can be feeling great one day and then feel like shit the next.
I'm tired today. Really really tired. Like the kind of tired you get when you move into a new house...you have been working all day...carrying boxes...and it is late at night and you finally collapse. Or the kinda tired after working two jobs in one day. Or the kind of tired you get from running a marathon in the hot sun all day. But I haven't done any of these things today or anytime recently. So I am just tired for...no reason.
The sorta good thing about feeling so tired is that I lose my gumption to worry or get angry about things. Setting fire to the house are you? That's nice. You painted the cat orange...great color. You sold all my jewlery on E-Bay...good for you! Now just let me rest here...Zzzzzzzzz
I do worry that this tiredness will be a permanent part of my life. When will I feel the zip in my zippitydoodah? Will I be like that dormouse from Alice in Wonderland who was always falling asleep mid-sentence and mid-story?
Whatever happens I will adapt. I always do. It is just going to take time to figure out how this will be for me.
In the meantime...I declare a nap time for everyone...just so I don't feel so out of the ordinary.
I will see you when I wake up. Sweet dreams everyone.
Come sit a spell and shoot the breeze. Sweeten the day with a little synchronicity...
3 comments:
I hear you. You start living your life thru other people. "I want a garden, will you help me?" So hubby and crew all start digging (maybe not as happily as YOU would if YOU were digging, but they're digging...) and some form of a garden appears. It's not the one you wanted but someone else is doing it. Should we balk and say "That's not how I wanted it?"
Sigh...We want to be individuals but we want our garden with their help.
Ahhh, I know those days well, LOL
I was cracking up about the jewelry on ebay though, lol.
Yay! Naptime for all! Seriously, linen catalogs are like my porn.
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