Sunday, April 17, 2016

The best & the broken



Yesterday, I had therapy & it wasn't terribly "productive"; rather than working on stuff, it was more like 50 minutes of pleasant chatting.
Which is awesome because that means at the moment I don't have stuff to work on.
Yes, I'm cranky about my temporary lack of activity.
It's temporary & it's completely out of my control & accidents just simply happen.
And cranky is a million times easier to deal with than depressed or anxious.
Cranky is a mood, not a looming cloud or ugly void.
Oddly enough, the turning point for me just happened to be on my birthday even though it began with an injury.
It's been a full week of an inexplicable shift in my mood...a lightness that I can't explain & don't really care to.
And I'm not going to waste any time wondering or waiting for it to pass, because maybe it won't.
And if it does, I will deal with it.
I'm getting better at that.


Oh, and at therapy, the news of my dad & Cary's recent engagement came up.
Not in a "ugh my dad is getting married and I'm freaking out how do I deal with this?" kind of way; more like, "Oh. And my dad and Cary got engaged and her ring is so beautiful and they're so excited. It's awesome!!" kind of thing.
So after the aforementioned 50 minutes of chatting, we agreed that maybe we stretch it out between the next appointment. As much as I click with (and genuinely like) my shrink, I don't need to shell out mega bucks to sit in his office and exchange pleasantries about books I've read recently or how awesome things are lately.

That was Thursday.
By Friday night, I was in a weird & manic sort of funk.
Because I'm not doing anything physically challenging at the moment, I have all this pent up energy and it's finding weird ways to wend its way through my system...reminds me of nesting.
I've been deep-cleaning the house, organizing drawers and cabinets, purging crap left and right, switching out art work on every possible wall space, rearranging shit. It's maddening, kinda.
Our home has reached that dismal point where everything seems to look tired at once;
the walls are dingy and mottled with hand prints, crayon marks, scuffs...the (hand-me-down) furniture is sagging and worn, the carpets are scratchy and developing tripping-hazard-sized mounds that need to be stretched tight (or ideally, replaced altogether)...
So, while everything is tired, at least it is tidy, clean, and more organized by the day.




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