Bread Sticks & Cheese

When I awoke this morning, I was not myself. The dark clouds of a few nights of not sleeping, stressors and not feeling a sense of release had put my brain and body into a vise clamp. My physical movements were challenged and I had no get up and go, it got up and left, right out the door.

As I send my texts out, I wanted to crawl back into bed and cry for the day. I thought that might make me feel better or I had hoped it would. I sat with my butterscotch Starbucks coffee at the table and the tears just flowed down my face.  I kept telling myself outloud, I am so blessed and Mr. Jones agrees with me. He begins into his Buddha talk, this is what I call it, he is a wise old man.

He tells me, you haven’t been taking the time lately for you, you haven’t been given any, you need to go do your  yoga and see what happens, I’m sure you will feel better. He is so right. I feel blah, meh, grrr and just so many other emotions that rush at me, as if I was at a concert of screaming adolescents filled with testosterone.

I complete the conference call on my duty list, soak in the tub with my peppermint Epson, to aid my mobility and my spirits are telling me I got this. With my mat in hand, I scooch downstairs and get started. My options are yoga for weight loss, uh no get up and go here, Pilates and yoga, hmmm, then I find the one, stress and stretching yoga. We have a winner! It is perfect.

The beginning poses were even more challenging, as I try to keep my balance and move into each pose in sync;  I struggled, I hurt, I cry and I completed it. I bawled through the whole thing, but I believe it was the release of so much pent up energy, too much growing and rebuilding on my shoulders, that of what I have been trying to release.

Even this weekend, after getting my massage in, I am bruised from head to toe, as I had let it go too long in between, yet I know better, but work had been consuming all my energy, I let it consume all my energy and I need to take it back.

Mr. Jones trots down the stairs to check on me and see how I feel. I am better, and sore, he suggests he take me for a walk. I immediately get scared, there is the chance I won’t get far or I will get to one spot and not get back. I figured who cares, he would piggy back me all the way back if he needed to, so I went, one small, slow step in front of the other. I continue to hear the crunching and popping of my bones and body, getting into its proper placement and the sun feels fabulous beating down, today is a perfect fall day.

We didn’t go too far, but again, I went, regardless of my fear. I was played out and slept, for a few hours which was something, I so desperately needed. The smile returned to my face, even through more tears and I spent the day doing nothing, reading, thinking, planning, looking out the window and sitting on the deck with the pup and her cone head. Only one more week to go of it and she will be free!

I appreciated the breeze, the red plaid blanket keeping me warm, the birds eating in the feeder, listening to their fluttering and the sounds of the seeds hitting the ground, the leaves dancing through the air to the grass and the flowers in their last blooms, before they go to sleep, for the long cold winter.

There was so much to be grateful for, and life itself is a blessing. My afternoon face and brain are much more hopeful and softer. I needed the time to reset my body, my brain and give it some time to readjust to the ever changing days. I believe we should honour  a few mental health days every year. Allow ourselves to have a break, with no plans, no duties and no schedules.

After a great toasted sandwich on the deck and having the doomanchew try a dill pickle for the first time, we ventured in to relax for the rest of the evening, clean our rings and add paint to a small mirror. The best part was sharing breadsticks and cheese together, it really is an art to get the right balance of stick and cheese. She thinks so too!

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Doomanchew!

Love always the cheese stick eating, sharing, happier, Woman in Process

P.S did I mention I have another 5km race in a week? The course says not for someone with mobility issues. I laughed, watch me!

 

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