Month: January 2023

Breaking point

What do you do when you reach a breaking point on something that, once, you loved? When it hits of point of feeling like it is overwhelming you, taking over your life and all freedom you once had to participate in other things in life? How does one recover from hitting this point?

How does one step away without hurting others? Is that even possible? I think not. But, what comes into the balance is whether avoiding that hurt of others is worth the increasing hurt that one is experiencing for oneself. Eventually, the minor hurt feelings of others needs to give, so as not to create absolute misery and resentment for oneself, and, eventually, necessary abandon of the whole thing, possibly forever.

Basically, step away before hitting burnout.

But stepping away isn’t really all that easy now, is it?

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Feeling better

I’ve been feeling loads better today. My man has improved further, too. We both slept in late, then I joined my man for the end of walking the dog, then I sat on the sofa for hours, my belly feeling all shook up… :/

This afternoon, I managed a bit of food, noticing I was very hungry but wanting to be careful not to overdo it. I learned quickly that a little was enough for now. Boy, do I dislike stomach sicknesses…

I look forward to wanting food again, instead of feeling slightly revolted by the idea of actually putting any of it into my mouth… ::big sigh

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Ugh

Well, guess who likely didn’t have food or water poisoning… my man.

Because guess who struggled to sleep all night, then rushed to the bathroom to puke up her guts twice… I did. And the diarrhea hit, too, of course. My body has been aching all day long, my head is aching from dehydration – because keeping down even water was hard – and my belly isn’t e timely calm yet, though I ate nothing until two crackers and a couple bites of banana this evening, spread out over hours.

This sucks.

My poor man is struggling to take care of me, as he is only just getting better himself. God, help us, please. Heal us. Amen.

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Yoga

I keep feeling like I should be teaching some online yoga and meditation classes….

Perhaps that is God and the Universe telling me how I can help make a different for people and the immense levels of stress that are abounding right now… and, possibly, also could create powerful connections with people I love and don’t get to see these days…

Hmm…

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Stateside!

Y’all, he is officially in Texas. He has stopped twice already to nap at rest stops, and I don’t know how many times he has had to stop to release bodily stuff from one end or the other (or both!). He somehow ended up vomiting and with diarrhea last night, and so got a start hours later than intended this morning. My guess is that he ended up drinking some bad water… I hope it clears through him quickly, and he can heal by tomorrow.

Nonetheless, he is almost home.

Dear God, thank you for his safe travels so far. Please, continue to bless his travel with safety, and help heal his body, that he return home to Houston healthy and safe. Then, please, grant us both blissful sleep tonight, that we awaken refreshed and ready to enjoy the holiday together tomorrow, pursuing and fulfilling your will by being our best selves together. In your name, I pray. Amen.

So close

Today has been Friday – Friday, the 13th, actually, which felt very ironic what with all the gorgeous sunshine and cool air today… until a crazy cat fight broke out in our front yard. At first, I thought it was kids playing. Actually, I thought it sounded like cats moaning and groaning, but kids made more sense, so Is plowed for the kids idea as being more realistic. Then I thought it was kids crying. Then I wondered what on Earth was happening, since the noises weren’t stopping, and crying kids would have drawn a crowd, if not at least their parents, right?!

Sure enough, when I opened the door, my original thoughts were proven correct: two cats were at the end of our walkway, quickly splitting apart, likely spooked by my opening the front door. One cat was just sitting in the walkway, back ramrod straight, acting like nothing had been going on. (Such a cat, I know.) The other was trotting quickly into the dark street. Oh, yeah, I thought, This is most definitely a cat fight. Not kids. Nope. Nuh-uh.

I changed the battery in the front camera, and was bummed to find that none of it had been captured on the camera, not even the sounds, due to the dead battery. After I replaced it and went back inside, only a minute or two passed before I could hear the ‘yelling’ again, though it was not as loud this time. It wasn’t loud enough for the camera to record this time, which was a bummer. I had wanted to share this absurdity with my man and my mom.

Nonetheless, the fight moved farther down the street, and even got some men yelling in the mix at one point. The cats calmed down briefly, then reconvened a while later in our neighbor’s side yard, which I discovered when I started getting ready for bed and was on that side of the house. I went out front just to see if I could see them, but I couldn’t. I could certainly hear them, though, both with their wailing and with there muffled movements when they were actually pausing on the growls for a bit.

Anyway, it was well after all of this that it occurred to me that today is Friday, the 13th, and we had a crazy and bizarre cat fight on our street tonight! Wie cool!

Anyway, happy Friday and weekend to you all!

Thank you for these funs and these blessings, God. Amen.

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Bug bites

Okay, these bug bites are kind of genuinely starting to make me nervous. Sure, some of them started to stop itching and hurting today… but some are still itching and hurting, and it almost seems like more have popped up than I originally had…

I will catalog them well and keep track. And I will check with my mom tomorrow on what her thoughts are, as well as my man and his thoughts.

God, help me be healed from these, please. In your name, I pray with hope. Amen.

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My man

I shared this fun information about the RPM fundraiser happening right now, which is a challenge to do 10,000 double-under jumps with a jump rope (speed rope is what it’s called, really).

I also sent it to my brother, who did CrossFit for quite a while.

My brother’s response was, “Ouch, that gives me shin splints just thinking bout it!”

My man’s response? So great. He said, “I could do that… if I could figure out how to string together more than one double under”.

And he is a very capable athlete who is quite fit. Double-unders, however, are just not his thing, for some reason. 😛

Gosh, do I love this man!

Thank you, God! Amen!

P.S. My dad turned 72 today. I had let him know yesterday that he, therefore, literally would be leaving his prime. We laughed about it. Talking today with him, I pointed out that, well, since he’ll be 73 next year, he’ll be back in his prime! He said he’d been thinking about the same thing this morning, considering again what I’d originally said last night about it. Talk about silly and nerdy! Happy Birthday to my lovely father, whom I love and appreciate dearly. And thank you, Grandma and Grandpa, for having him in the first place. ❤

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