The Hot Wife was restless this morning but didn’t want to walk in the woods, so we compromised and went for a walk around the lake. Saw lots of diff species of turtles, water lilies in bloom and a bunch of mallard ducks.
When we got home she made us sandwiches and did laundry while I cleaned the car in the poring rain (work smarter, not harder). Then we sat together and I watched a movie while she read a book.
A day in the life of middle aged married lesbians.
the difference between doing chores or errands on a good day vs a bad day is stunning.
Sometimes on days that are ok physically but bad mentally, I forgot how starkly different it can be.
I start to believe that I'm lazy or not trying hard enough or that I cut myself too much slack or make too many excuses or feel too sorry for myself and really I just need to do better.
And then I have a rare day like today where I am able to easily start and focus on an important, tedious paperwork-related task for two hours, getting it done, and not feel awful afterwards. The amount of willpower it takes is laughably small in comparison to most days.
No crying or bursts of anger or overwhelming exhaustion or inchoate anxiety.
Instead: a moderate sense of satisfaction, and pleasant relief that I'm done.
I feel like a different person. I know it won't last, but even that realization doesn't feel that bad. Because things are pretty good right now.
And I remember:
It's not supposed to be so hard all the time.
That I'm NOT exaggerating or imagining just how ridiculously fucking hard it is to do every-day things.
This is what it should feel like.
~* It's not supposed to feel like the world is ending because I need to open my mail. *~
What did I do differently to make today happen?
I let myself rest. For as long as I needed. For weeks.
I stopped pushing myself so fucking hard all the time, and protected my body and respected my limits and let things go.
It doesn't always give me a magic day. My exchange rate is like, 2 weeks of aggressively resting and setting boundaries for 1-2 days of doing what I want and need.
But it reminds me that pushing through is not the way to get what I want.
Maybe taking care of myself and being kind to myself will get me that day or afternoon or hour of magic, maybe it won't -- but running myself into the ground never does.
my mom treated me to a hair cut (i am shorn again) and a manicure (i wanted black nails so bad but i also don't want to be misgendered - sigh). then i treated to pizza for lunch. we watched the game (HISSSSSS) and i worked on my big bang a bit. then we went out and finally bought a closet organizer for my closet (and we had to haul it in my car with the trunk popped open a bit - that was a fun drive). we brought it back home then went out to a delicious dinner at our favorite chinese place. now i am on my recliner, nice and full, in my gross little stars hoodie, under my rainbow blanket, with my big bang doc open and my little hands going clack clack clack on the keyboard. :D
i taught, i cooked, i bought peaches from the farmers market, richard siken published a new poem, a book came in the mail… end of august, sweet thing, dear friend
I shamelessly seize any opportunity to drag the Hot Wife out for a walk in the woods whenever she’s bored. This time she was an expert fungi spotter and pointed out several fungi that I missed (see photos) as I was taking photos of other fungi.
It’s rare that she is such an active participant on my mushroom hikes, so it’s super special when she gets into it and points stuff out to me. And she used an app on her phone to identify the pine trees that she really likes (loblolly pine).
I just feel sentimental right now. I love all of you. We may not talk everyday, often, or even at all, but I still love each and every one of you. You guys are one of the reasons I still get up in the morning and push myself through the day no matter how draining and terrible it is. All of you, every single one of you, are worth it. No matter what anyone says to you, you matter to me. And I want you all to know that. I love all of you. It doesn't matter that we're strangers. Distance doesn't have a place here. My heart keeps all of you close. You are my friends. I hope you remember that. I'll always be here if you need to talk or just want to say "hey". You are special to me.
I hope you guys have a great day. Even if it's bad, just try to get through it.
"Every nightmare has a beginning, but every bad day has an end. Ignore what others have called you. I'm calling you friend." "Know that now is only a moment, and that if today is as bad as it gets, understand that by tomorrow, today will have ended." "Be gracious. Accept each extended hand offered to pull you back from the somewhere you cannot escape." "Be forthright. Despite your instince to say, "it's alright,I'm okay" - be honest. Say how you feel without fear or guiltml, without remorse or complexity. Be luicd in your explanation, be sterling in your oppose." -- "Instructions for a Bad Day" by Shane Koyczan
Please, don't hesitate to tell me how your day has been. You can tell me now or at the end of it. I want to know how you're doing. Your life matters. I want to hear about your day. Tell me the good and bad things that have happened. Just... don't hesitate to reach out if you need a friend or shoulder to lean on. I love you.