yay
Virginia is full of schizophrenic temperature swings. On Friday it was in the twenties and I went urban hiking in like 5 layers. The next day I was in short sleeves helping friends weed their garden in preparation for spring planting. Today it's warm again and I'm typing this in front of an open porch door. I like the unexpected warmth and coldness in some ways (keeps it interesting), but it's hard to get into a rhythm or feel like you're truly experiencing a season.
Last night I went contra dancing and it was so fun. Everyone loves wholesome, sociable exercise. And dulcimers.
It's just a cheerful day today for some reason. My first thoughts on waking were confused and strained and worried but then I thought of God and felt happy, and the things I'd been worried about went back to their rightful place of insignificance. I went to church in VA for the first time in a month today (I'd been at home in MD during a temporary seasonal layoff), and it is so nice to come back and be welcomed by everyone who's noticed you were gone. My church is little and everyone knows each other's business, which weirded me out at first but now I think I really, really like it. Today was especially pleasant. Even though everyone is nice there I still usually feel honest terror of small talking with people before or after the service--I resort so frequently to prolonged periods of respite in the ladies' room that I may as well have a bowel condition or something. Sometimes I really hate talking to people I don't know pretty darn well, (even if I like them a lot) and I don't think "hate" is too strong a word. But for some reason I felt more at home there today than I ever have. It's not like I'm suddenly not afraid of social situations any more...just less afraid, I guess, and like my fear doesn't have to be an uncrossable barrier to interaction. I was very happy.
And now I am going outside. I still have one more week til I have to go back to work and I really don't want to squander the freedom.
Last night I went contra dancing and it was so fun. Everyone loves wholesome, sociable exercise. And dulcimers.
It's just a cheerful day today for some reason. My first thoughts on waking were confused and strained and worried but then I thought of God and felt happy, and the things I'd been worried about went back to their rightful place of insignificance. I went to church in VA for the first time in a month today (I'd been at home in MD during a temporary seasonal layoff), and it is so nice to come back and be welcomed by everyone who's noticed you were gone. My church is little and everyone knows each other's business, which weirded me out at first but now I think I really, really like it. Today was especially pleasant. Even though everyone is nice there I still usually feel honest terror of small talking with people before or after the service--I resort so frequently to prolonged periods of respite in the ladies' room that I may as well have a bowel condition or something. Sometimes I really hate talking to people I don't know pretty darn well, (even if I like them a lot) and I don't think "hate" is too strong a word. But for some reason I felt more at home there today than I ever have. It's not like I'm suddenly not afraid of social situations any more...just less afraid, I guess, and like my fear doesn't have to be an uncrossable barrier to interaction. I was very happy.
And now I am going outside. I still have one more week til I have to go back to work and I really don't want to squander the freedom.