every now and again

 I tend to jot notes in the back of puzzle books. Sometimes, it's a reminder to check out a movie or book mentioned in a podcast. Other times, it's advice I've heard, a line of poetry, or a sudden realization about my life or the world around me. They are little bits and usually find their home before I'm done with the puzzles, and the book itself is ready for recycling.

 

But every now and again, there is something I want to remember, and yet has no home. So I am going to keep them here. Some may end up in other journal entries, but for those bits and bobs that remain housed on paper destined for immediate deposit to the recycle bin, I'll start keeping this mini journal within a journal.

 

And so it begins....

dropping the ball and taking a nap

 On today's docket:

1. 9 am Therapist appointment
2. Power Hour Plus cleaning
3. Rehang curtains?

Really, that's it. I thought it was a longer list than that. My husband may want to get his imaging done, but if not, I'm going to work on my Handbook this afternoon.

I might end up dropping the ball on that email I wanted to send to the insurance company. I'm starting to feel like it's not going to matter anyway, and I don't even have anything drafted yet. It's more like a puddle of thoughts and a sense of injustice. But it seems like everything in the outside world is unjust right now, so does saying anything even matter? Am I better off sticking to my own hula hoop in this matter, now that the passion is starting to drain away? I guess that's a conversation to have with my therapist.

How am I feeling? I'm feeling tired today. I had a good night's sleep and woke up naturally, but part of me just wants to crawl back into bed. My sobriety, new eating habits, and new spending habits aren't at risk. But I just feel tired across the board. Tired like I want to sleep, not tired like I want to give up, or feel emotionally depleted. I will definitely be taking a nap today, the earlier the better.

I hope you find something surprisingly beautiful in your day, and as always, thank you for being here.

pieces of us

 pieces of us

 

Pieces of you swirl on a universal tide

and coalesce to form

smaller bits like you

that are no more

independent than I

 

Pieces of you and a part of me

scatter through the Universe that you are

-- never lost, and sometimes found.  

 

Part of me and pieces of you

live in my heart, for good or for ill,

as long as we believe in us.

 

Pieces of me swirl on a universal tide

and coalesce to form

another version of me

who finds freedom

in being part of You.

 

 

2025.07.08