And on the heels of the previous post, I'm still trying to take it easy. Sat outside in the backyard this morning with the sun shining over me. Pug the Daisy in my lap. Her fur got nice and warm. Breathing deeply and trying to turn off my head.
Last night, bought as a splurge a copy of BellaGrace, a new magazine by Stampington, which is gorgeousness in itself. Muted colors, very calming. Expensive, but lovely. Good thing it only comes out 4 times a year. I can save up, and in the meantime dog-ear this one up, write in it, follow the prompts. Glue and color in it. Nice thick paper makes that a happy project.
Truth is, I'm overwrought in a big way. Went out dinner with my main squeeze last night and had to pace myself. Seems I'm continually on the verge of a panic attack, or something. Not quite sure what to call it. One dear friend said my adrenal glands might be in distress. Very likely. I think I'm spent. Too much worry, unexpected news, frustration, and lack of ability to do a darn thing about any of it. The helplessness has been a factor. Life has been spinning out of control (all child-related), and I've been standing in one place watching things sort of fall down around me. A tad debilitating.
This weekend will spell R E S T for me. Someone else is doing the altar flowers, and I have no plans nowhere. Possibly will go to the hippie store tomorrow for tea and elderberries. Maybe buy myself some lunch out. Flowers would be nice. Not to eat, but to put on the table. Treat myself like someone special.
Then home to nap for a bit, then take the girls to the store for some groceries. Minimal stress.
I verge on catatonic when I'm still. Gosh, I'm drained. The least bit of raised voices or aggravating tones sets my nerves to shivering. Yes, I think R E S T is the ticket.
Ready, set, go. But slowly.
