I'm angry
I'm tired of my cycling emotions. Last night it was tears. This morning it was emptiness inside and a lethargy so great I tried dozing at my desk. Now I'm pissed. Nothing set me off, which is a good and bad thing. I'm not chewing anyone's head off who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, but on the other hand I'm still really pissed. Relatively minor things are see-sawing me.
I meditated last night. I felt better afterward. I stretched. Felt better after that, too. Yet I can't work myself up to doing either of those right now. I want to go outside and pick my tomatoes and stand around in the 100 degree heat. I'm trying very hard not to interrogate myself about why I feel these different ways, which ... well, that's a nice change. It's one less thing to harass myself with. I think I'll angrily look at pictures of bunnies. Or baby sloths.
Right after I furiously pick my tomatoes.
I meditated last night. I felt better afterward. I stretched. Felt better after that, too. Yet I can't work myself up to doing either of those right now. I want to go outside and pick my tomatoes and stand around in the 100 degree heat. I'm trying very hard not to interrogate myself about why I feel these different ways, which ... well, that's a nice change. It's one less thing to harass myself with. I think I'll angrily look at pictures of bunnies. Or baby sloths.
Right after I furiously pick my tomatoes.