Keepin On
The light is soft and water from the sky is dripping down the windows in melancholy streaks. My cheeks are warm after a couple of beers, and my bare feet feel solid on the Pergo floors. The smooth sound coming from the speakers melts away at any tension in my muscles and inwardly I smile at all I have and all that is before me.
It is a rainy day and I have been distracted and lost in doing healthy things for myself. I started the day with journaling; I did 35 minutes of yoga and went for an hour or so walk with the dogs. I went to visit a friend and had a long time needed conversation about our lives. I folded laundry and listened to some great new music. This was all after sleeping in and having a very relaxed morning. The other day we had a fire and company at our house. I spent the day cleaning up and my house looked great. When I visited with my doctor I confirmed that I hadn’t taken any lorazepam for weeks, and although life had thrown me for some loops, everything that I was processing seemed healthy and natural. I have seen much improvement and progress in a couple weeks’ time and I am feeling very fortunate and blessed. I am finding that I can fill my days with productive and healthy activities and that I can also function and get through the chores of life with flying colors.
One of the things that I have also noticed about myself is that I am needing space from a few different people in my life. Impressive enough, I have been able to draw healthy boundaries and preserve my way of life. There are times when we need to look out for ourselves. This applies to preserving our beliefs, our space and our health of mind. I am proud of myself for recognizing this and for taking healthy action to say what I need to say and do what I need to do.
The music is playing and the air is filled with the smells of roasting chili peppers and a pork stock on the stove. Steve has been working all day at prepping for cooking and roasting his nuts, and making his chili sauces and rub that are needed for the taco stand at the Saturday market. Filled with the sound of music, my house is warm with the bodies of creatures that I love. I am here, plucking away at the keys to my computer musically, and writing once again soothes the strings of my heart and mind.