ah, finally out of my two-week funk. what i lovely feeling. these past few weeks, I have felt like i was standing in molasses any time i needed to go or do anything. the alarm at 4:30am was like the voice of satan, practice felt like torture and commuting seemed to take YEARS (not minutes).
it was.... a challenge.
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This was basically me for all of May so far (i.e., Gloppy of Molasses Swamp in Candy Land.) |
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...actually no, far more like this. |
but this morning, the alarm seemed only its usual level of annoying, practice felt vibrant and fluid, and all of my travels have felt far less...epic.
i think a day spent truly resting very much hit the spot. also, chatting and thrifting with wonderful folks doesn't hurt either. nor does trying on a shiny blue body suit and thinking, "hey, this kind of works." huzzah for pleasant surprises.
slowly, slowly i am coming into myself again. body, mind, and whatever else there might be to it. it always takes longer than you think it should. but then, don't most things.
p.s. i promise to post pics of said body suit. and all of the other wonderful things i have allowed myself to procure lately. it is just not worth it to feel like you are presenting a stranger to the world each time you leave the house.
LAST WEEK:
No Compassion
THIS WEEK:
New Feeling