I have spent 11 weeks REALLY in my own head.
And it's been loud.
And every emotion there is a definition for and then some.
Yesterday, I had a conversation with myself that enough was enough. (For the billionth time...)
Young Peter is off to college. He seems to be having an excellent time. He is challenged by calculus. I can't help him there as I never got past algebra.
Bella has started her senior year and has truly cleared out all the stuff in her past by clearing out her closet, dresser and jewelry box. Her cousin Kate was OVER THE MOON excited by the delivery. "EVERYONE is wearing pearls (earrings) and I wanted pearls and I didn't have pearls and NOW (!) I. HAVE. PEARLS!!!. Don't I look fabulous?!" Yes, Kate. Yes you do!
I went back to work part time last week. It was excellent and more than a little tiring as indicated by my 8:15PM bedtime on Friday after just three days.
I worked my first Saturday in ten weeks. It felt terrific to be back.
My arm continues to heal. No, it is not fully straight. That could take upwards of a year. I am continuing OT two times a week through October and then probably beyond that. It is frustrating, but when I get discouraged I remember this happened in 2014 and I am partially bionic. Fifty years ago this technology did not exist and so I stop whining and get thankful.
Imagine that this is just a teesny little mind dump on my part.
The quote above refers to me. To my own inner thoughts. I need to shut them down and get quiet. Listen to the whispers. Continue an ongoing practice of gratitude. Acknowledge when it's a shitty day and move on.
While looking for music I found an entire website dedicated to finding a quiet place with your thoughts. It filled with music and inspiration and of course, good thoughts.
Check it out for yourself: The Quiet Place Project.
The FB page is HERE.
Speaking of FB, I am doing a social experiment based on this article. I am taking the time to respond to posts and not just like them. I am a chronic liker. Apparently that changes the algorithm FB has created "just for me." So, I am messing with it to see what happens. It is harder to do than I thought it would be.
Isn't that true of so much in our lives?
Here's to a kind Monday.