Woozy (Blog #857)

Currently it’s 10:49 in the evening, and I’m not feeling so hot. About an hour ago my stomach started hurting and I started feeling light-heading. Maybe I’m just hungry, I thought. Maybe my blood sugar is low. So I ate something. I checked my blood sugar (it was fine). Alas, I’m still woozy. Earlier tonight my family ate burgers, and I was the only one who had fries. “Maybe you got hold of some bad grease,” Dad said. Who knows what it is? Thankfully, I haven’t thrown up (yet). I know it’s fun to talk about it.

Let’s talk about something else.

With one notable exception, today has been lovely. This morning I had breakfast, then spent several hours reading. I finished two books I’d been in the middle of for the last week. Then I watched some educational videos online (about archetypes and the unconscious), then I paid bills (woo). Then I went through my mail/paper pile and sorted everything I’ve been putting off sorting for months–insurance statements, receipts, car papers. Then I went to Walgreens to stock up on some stuff. There, I thought, I’m all ready for the coming week.

Now all I want to do is go to bed. I really need to. All day I’ve been thinking I’d share some of the things I read or watched today, and now that’s simply not happening. Honestly, I can’t rub two thoughts together. My body just doesn’t want you to have my attention. It wants it for itself.

One thing I did hear today was, “Start where you are.” To me this means that you don’t have to run around looking for problems to solve, nor do you have to solve all your problems at once. Work with what arises now. (Hopefully my dinner won’t arise now–or later.) For me this means–I don’t feel well. It’s time to take care of myself. This is my job now. (I can write later.) Also, remember that your best today won’t be your best tomorrow. Often I write a thousand words. Tonight I’m at three hundred, and that’s it, y’all. That’s all I’ve got.

Quotes from CoCo (Marcus)

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When you hide your hurt, you can’t help but pass it on. It ends up seeping, sometimes exploding out.

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Writer. Dancer. Virgo. Full of rich words. Full of joys. (Usually.)

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