Whoa! It's Thursday already! Wait! Thursday is nearly spent!
The last couple days were excruciating. After my Monday quilty posting, feathers hit the fan.
I pretty much came unhinged over something or other (not getting into specific here) that was happening within my domain and I lost it.
After being a wife and mother for nearly 35 and 30 years, respectively... you'd think I'd pretty much experienced it all, right? Somehow, I guess I believed that. I mean... a husband, four kids, pets, home and all that goes with that picture... I even have the picket fence!!! (which, incidentally, I love!) But alas, it is not so. This week I hit a WALL. I crash hard and was reduced to a puddle of tears and... well, it wasn't pretty. Feathers everywhere,
I guess it started Monday morning. Yes. Something happened (again, no specifics) and I blew a gasket. I know my memory is getting rusty, but I don't remember ever going off this... dynamically? LOL! No one was hurt (physically), no one even witnessed the...temper tantrum (thankfully) Some heard it and they all saw the resulting fire wood. Aurgh.
I'm not NOT N O T writing this because I'm proud of myself. Not even. Hardly. I've rarely been more mortified, more humiliated. And more terrified of the rage that could come out of me, to feel that level of "heat" inside my body. Yowsers!
Monday evening, another something occurred. This time, instead of breaking something (or someone) I went for a walk. A rather LONG walk. A walkabout would be closer. As near as I can figure, it was about 7 miles? And that for a fat, old Momma? Ouch!
Around midnight I fell into bed exhausted. Still teary, discouraged, depressed. Hopeless. But I slept. I was TIRED.
Woke up on Tues. morning, stayed in bed. Slept off and on for most of the morning. Still teary, discouraged, depressed. I wanted to be alone, be left alone. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I needed time to sort. To process the happenings before saying talking to anyone. But...
My beloved family was home, actively "outside the door" and I knew that if I tried to go on a wee walkabout, they'd wanna stop me and talk and... I just couldn't do it. I just couldn't. So... (I am SO not proud of this) I climbed out my bedroom window and went on another walk!
See what I mean? I came unglued! I was unhinged. My family was WORRIED!!!
This second walk was shorter, less that 3 miles. I was still tired and sore from the day before. I discovered later that I had big ol' blisters on the pads of both of my feet. I was a mess.
HOWEVER!!! There were few good perks to a walkabout. Even for a fat old lady. ;-) Those perks are that I got hefty doses of half of the "eight natural remedies". Sunshine, fresh air, exercise and water. (if you have a water bottle and I did, both times)
The walking left me exhausted of body, but clearer of mind and lighter of spirit. Nothing was solved...in fact, the way I handled the situation made things worse, I'm sure. But, it is what it is. We can go from here.
Wednesday morning, I had a previously scheduled doctors appointment. Perfect timing. Sid gave me a list of concerns to talk over with the doc and off I went.
The bottom line?
"There is nothing wrong with me!"
HA! Okay, I'm not off my rocker. But, I'm totally menopausal. (admit it and figure it out)
I am juggling a few too many FULL "plates" (some by choice, other not), inevitably a plates going to slip through my fingers, breaking into a gillion pieces. What can be done about those plates?
Back I go on my "Happy Pills" with a commitment to stay on them and reevaluate around the new year. (Seriously? The holidays?! LOL! Okay, whatever.)
AND I'm working on a sanity plan. What now? AND I have another doctors appointment next Tuesday.
That all sound good. But we'll see, right?
This afternoon I was browsing on Pinterest and I came across this quote.
"Never be afraid to fall apart because it is an opportunity to rebuild yourself the way you wish you had been all along." - Rae Smith
I read that and a truth started to sink in. This last couple days was a PAINFILLED experience. Run from pain. Make it stop! Take it away! NO PAIN!!! But, the sensation of pain can be a good thing. Falling apart can be a good thing. Pain tells you that something is WRONG! Falling apart is a reaction the the pain. Something IS wrong. Actually, lots of things are wrong. This week got my attention. POWERFULLY!! I'm awake. I can SEE what's wrong. (at least partially) That's a GOOD thing. I fell apart. I survived. And now...?
Where the above quote falls apart, in my opinion, is that I already know that I don't have what it takes to "rebuild" myself. I know what I want my life to be like. I think I know, at least in part, what God wants my life to be like... but I already know I can't get there from here. That'd be like... that'd be like me going outside right now, aiming myself toward the moon and then flapping my arms wildly to get there. Ain't happenin'! All the wishful thinking in the world ain't gonna make it happen.
So, this is gonna be about God stuff. Pure and simple. I can't. He can. I choose to let Him. AND! I know, from past experience, that He'll DO IT in me and for me, PROVIDING I choose.
That's all. A choice. Can it really be that simple. I guess we'll see, huh?
ONWARD!!!
Quickly, rather in passing, the belated Money Matters. I'm only $135 in the
RED now. That may be altered before next week in a negative way... But the progress is steady and sure. ONWARD indeed!
More tales of the fat, hopeful MommaNut tomorrow, huh? HA!!!
Hasta la vista! ;-)