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« A survey... | Main | Ye Olde Change of Seasons Post »
I am sure I have used that title for a blog post many times, but this time it's almost kind of literally true. I have been stumbling around in a benadryl haze for the last 12 hours, after having spent almost 2 weeks without any sort of break from work/kids (and sometimes both at the same time...in fact MANY times). I am sniffly, tired, and have been learning way too many lessons about life and love and dependence and independence and interdependence and codependence.
But it's good. I feel good. It almost feels like I am bracing myself for something bad, but I am not going to think about that, no matter how fiercely it looms. I am just going to close my eyes for a second...and hope they don't get crusted shut!
Right now, I am drinking Pinocchio wine and listening to Beauty Pill and reflecting and preparing. I am not wanting to close my eyes while lying in any sort of horizontal position, because that would feel like I am wasting beautiful just sitting here being alone in my house with music playing loud time. It's nice. It's really nice. I don't have much to say, but I feel like I need to say it anyway. Saying nothing with style. Ha. It's a gift.
What can I say?
The seasonal change is almost here, and already I am reflecting on this past season and thinking about things that need to change in the coming season and the approaching year. Not as much to work on as you might think. I think I'm heading in the right direction...really it is all a matter of being patient with myself and allowing things to unfold as intended. Allow for those uncontrollable inevitables to come to fruition so I can adjust and adapt, as I sure as hell can't dictate.
That said...I think I am going to go lay down and close my eyes for a second. Night night folks.
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