I’m back from a brief hiatus now, taking care of Me.
Although I can’t think nor speak in multiple languages, I can think and write from multiple perspectives. I consider it a gift and a burden. Unless I take seriously “down time for me” I won’t stay at my optimal.
My “down for me time” consisted of a water fast, writing on paper, scanty internet, preferably none.
Quiet, energetic, light therapy, music, movement, sleep, rise when I feel like it.
It’s always tempting to put one’s self off till a later that never shows up.
Over time you learn to plan more if you’re not a planner and plan less if you are a planner.
I smoked some now legal Delta flowers. A shop just opened up with a grand opening this past Saturday. It’s right around the corner. Imagine the luck if you’re a weed enthusiast, which I’m not, except occasionally for specific reasons, mainly nerve pain. But I can see its benefits in weight loss too. I won’t stay with it long, since there are too many down sides, memory, lung, slow response time – all the things I value.
It’s like the old-style Hawaiian pot. Mild by yards compared to medicinal weed pharmaceutically engineered today. That’s my Preferred Style, if at all. And legal is part of that Preferred Style.
Sometimes I need to give my mind a rest. For me the computer and everything connected to it is the biggest stress that’s work-related.
Writing on paper is balancing, typing is chaotic, especially for me, since I make so many typos that I need to go back and fix. My three most common typos are capital letters at the beginning of sentences. I hit the key but it doesn’t register, so I’m either striking the key too slow or fast, or I’m hitting it too hard or not hard enough (pressure). I also tend to strike the edges of two keys which for me always results in a typo, even when I’m looking at them.
You don’t realize how much time you spend eating and preparing food till you go on a fat-reducing fast. It frees up a lot of time.
I’m rearranging my apartment for greater efficiency and eye appeal. And cleaning, sanitizing as I go – finding new ways for everything.
When I’m done, I feel like I moved to a different apartment.
Light therapy = instant mood elevator. Lift you up. Every week or as needed we turn all the lights on for about an hour. In the middle of the day. Wow, what a lift. It puts me in a different dimension – instantly. I miss the sunny climate.
Scrimping on electric usage for money and conservation reasons has its downsides, especially for apartment dwellers of which there are many.
Being in the shade of dark too long brings out the fierce in you, the suspicious in you, the heavy in you.
Either stay glum or get your gun??
Turn the Goddamn lights on!!!
Later Gators,
Sharon,
– you’re always on my mind –
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