Things on my mind at 4 am ( Read more... )

 Today somebody asked me if I was offended with them. I had to think about that a moment, because yes, I was -- but I hadn't acknowledged it even to myself. Then I looked closer and realized that my internal reaction (you know, the one I hadn't noticed) was way out of proportion to the little thing they did that I found so obnoxious ( Read more... )

Wondering why I was having such a hard time choosing travel dates for the annual migration from the frozen North to warm water and the sailboat. As my resistance grew, some events occurred in the region of Central America where the boat now is, but Dear Husband found those in the category of "these things happen, even though tragic" and went ahead ( Read more... )

 We got up at 2 am to drive to the airport. "Be there two hours ahead," it says on the airline's website, so we dutifully pulled up out in front of the terminal at exactly 3:45 am. Dear Husband pulled his bags out of the trunk, handed me the winter jacket he won't need in the tropics, hugged me goodby and trudged into the airport. Where, as I had ( Read more... )

I'm not sure what the subject of today's post is ( Read more... )

Relationships

Getting good at this ‘parallel play’ stuff - each of us doing our own thing, but sharing space and meals and good talk about how each project is going. Several good conversations with Dear Husband this week negotiating plans. Warm gentle fondness and lots of cuddling. A couple of good conversations with new friends among the cruisers ( Read more... )

I just finished the Final Project for yet another seminary class.

After this one gets cold I'll probably like it just fine, but at the moment I'm judging the work like crazy.

It's not as intricate and detailed as the guided meditation I wrote for another class (of course, the situation I picked for that class was considerably more predictable, and ( Read more... )

It's about to be two in the morning. I turned off the light at 11:30 pm after my second Turkey Day this week. And almost at once found myself lying wide-eyed in the dark, trying to cement into my memory the 'do-list' and 'light-bulb' items that had just sifted up from my dreaming mind. Over the next hour I turned the light on three more times, each ( Read more... )

I've been sober eleven days.

Not that I've necessarily achieved "sobriety" yet. Still have a lot of my stinkin' thinkin', way too much self-judgment, resentment, anxiety. Probably too much guilt, woulda-coulda-shoulda. Not quite as much self-trust as I'm used to having and would like to experience. But a good start: not drinking.

Going to meetings ( ( Read more... )

The voice of anger says 'he's wrong, I'm right, he has to listen to me, I don't have to listen to him ( Read more... )