Okay, so yeah, I've just been in a big ol' funk lately, as evidenced by my disappearance for over a month from here, and eating my way up the scale by several pounds. (I've also taken a hiatus from WW, since it's not about "how do I stay within my points budget?" but rather "need to straighten out my head first"!)
Slept for about 16 hours the other day, and have taken to napping on Sundays before bracing myself to watch the Giants after halftime (and yesterday's loss to the Eagles was truly appalling: giving up 28 points in less than 8 minutes during the 4th quarter! WTF?!)
But thanks to a relaxing dinner and long talk with my friend A who reminded me that
I am not my job, and comfortable evenings with my knitting buddies, and time with a remarkably mellow Mom (!!!), I'm gradually regaining my equilibrium. (My home still almost looks like an audition set for
HOARDERS, but I am slowly throwing out bits of crap. Note the key word "bits" and not, say, dumpster-loads.)
But really, that sensible comment from A (which I should perhaps tape to my bathroom mirror as a useful reminder) was tremendously helpful. Perhaps I was just ready.
And then I found out that one of my friends just buried his mom today. She had been suffering from stage 4 pancreatic cancer so it was not unexpected but still...
(As an aside, this just reinforces my determination to continue waging war on How Too Spoil Mom -- buy her stuff like a new winter coat, she tries them on, spends a long time considering the pros and cons [now I know where I get my indecisiveness from], then tells me to return it the next day -- lather, rinse, repeat. Eventually I'll find something that she really likes.)
So yeah, there's a light at the end of this particular tunnel, and it's not an oncoming train.
Oh, and the ceramic octopus shown above (which I think is FABULOUS and fabulously fascinating) was made my my friend Diana at
the pottery studio. Sooooo lifelike, doncha think?
