I’ve been losing my mind again. I feel like I did at the beginning of quarantine; I am up, I am down, lashing out, and kinda going out of my mind. Life seems settled, and we are in a happy place, so what could be the reason? Why am I having nightmares?
It’s 8:15 am on Saturday morning … I am not a morning person. I had to set the alarm for 7:35 because Joe had to be on a trip by 8 am. Yeah, I don’t do early mornings, and he got there at 8:05. This girl is always 5 minutes late. My diagnosis: I suffer from procrastination with a little bit of Adult ADHD.
Our garden is impressive this year! I have to give a lot of credit to my husband for this one. We almost doubled the size, and EVERYTHING is fruitful and multiplying. So I didn’t need a store, just went outside and picked. This is backyard garden to table with absolutely no pesticides ever –
My God … how blessed I am! Here I sit at my desk, looking out the window, reflecting on where my five children are in their lives today. It is with great pride that I can say they are all doing wonderfully. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but today, I celebrate.
I need to get off of this freaking ride. This week marks one month of quarantine and the roller coaster continues. Maybe I could call this post more ramblings of a madwoman? I had times where I was worried I was actually going mad and others where I was just plain angry. Other days, I felt so at peace. This myriad of emotions is out of control. Is it just me?
At 10:45 pm, my son, Artie, asked me if I was going to write a blog. My response was nope – taking the week off. That prompted me to go back and read my last two Easter blogs. They were a couple of my favorites because I had an inspiration. They are both about Joe, my beautiful Easter blessing and let’s face it, he is one of my biggest inspirations.
How can I write about an ongoing chapter of my life without stepping over the boundaries and privacy of another? It’s a moral dilemma. I want to be able to support others and let them know they aren’t alone in certain situations. This is one of them and I did get permission.
February is heart health month, and believe it or not, I have some experience with that too! (I should really write a book). There were a few indications over the years that I may have some irregularities. After a couple of decades, it became very real.