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Feeling Reflective and Twee? Yeah, Me Neither.

The Palinode and I took a trip out of town to see family and old friends last weekend.

Aidan at Turning the Tide bookstore
If you're in Saskatoon, go to Turning the Tide Bookstore. They carry consciousness-raising literature, and you'll care about stuff more afterwards.

I had no time whatsoever to be stepping away from my computer, but I'd been working 12- to 15-hour days for weeks running with no weekends jambed in there to bookend the stress, so I didn't really have a choice. I value my sanity at least as far as it can keep me out of the poorhouse.

My eyes needed a break, too. Spending that many hours staring at a computer screen does a number on the retinas. Everything had taken on that sparkly, migraine aura, disco ball effect, which normally only happens prior to a migraine or when one is on psychedelic drugs. I was just half-blind and unable to read.

Aidan scratching

Things I Am Terrible At
  1. Saying no
  2. Knowing when to stop working and start playing
  3. Valuing this meat suit that lets me walk around and do the stuff I like

Aidan says ooh

Things I Am Really Good At
  1. Making things, such as these silly dolls
  2. Creating the space I need if the right one doesn't already exist for me
  3. Staying sober

sundry

I let myself go enough over the weekend that I even forgot to take photos, which is pretty much a reflex for me at this point. I was surprised at the end of the weekend to find that I had taken only one photo since my panic-avoidance self-portrait in the back of a car at the beginning of the trip.

me in the back seat of a car

I keep saying over and over in different ways that I want to make a daily practice of letting go, and then I get busy trying to make the whole world happier and forget to eat my next three meals, lose myself to anxiety dreams, and start my old pattern of beating myself up for not doing all the things all over again.

G reading

I can see it clearly, though, now, and pattern recognition is 90% of this part of the struggle.

wine

Clearly, I'm feeling reflective. It's annoying the hell out of me.

And just like that, Oskar snaps me out of it. He whines all the time all over the place, because he's an anxious monster just like me. I tell him to shut up, but he never does. Instead of shutting up, he just tries to whine more quietly, which makes his voice thin and wavering. He sounds like a tenor whining balloon crossed with an 80-year-old lady in church choir.

I need to find my bootstraps and pull myself up by them.

Oskar

I keep learning things from my stupid cats.

I'm going to write a book called Things I Learned from My Cats, and then I'm going to punch myself in the throat for being twee.

Finis.
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