In your face, Minnesota. I'm leaving you for an older man.
But don't worry, baby. I'll come crawling back.
So, I'm going on a spring break road trip. To the Florida Keys.
Yeah, I know that I have said in other places, to various people, that I was going to Kentucky, or someplace. That no longer seems to be true. I need the ocean, and some good sunshine. And someplace that isn't Kentucky.
So, the Keys, here I come. I shall eat key limes and key lime pie and drink key limeade. No, really, I'm hoping to go snorkeling for the first time -- the Keys contain some awesomely beautiful coral reefs.
I'm really looking forward to this. I need to get away. I feel like my life is stagnating, that I'm dying inside of this house, inside of this stupid, weak body.
I need to do something about this. And I shall.
In fact, I've begun to take some yoga classes. Well, one. So far. The result was painful beyond any other sort of exercise I've done. I went last Tuesday, and only now do I feel recovered enough to consider going again. Seriously, I could barely get dressed, I hurt so much. But I like the pain, and I'm going to go back tomorrow morning.
And then I'm going to do some other stuff.
Yeah, you heard what I said. Stuff. The thing that I haven't been doing for the past year because I've been... I don't know. Socially crippled. And sick.
Last week I went out to dinner for the first time in quite a few months. Afterward, I went to an operatic performance at the Ordway. I didn't freak out, as I had halfway expected to. It was amazing, and I was filled with this confidence in myself that I hadn't felt in a long time. I knew then that I was going to be okay, that I wouldn't end up being this crazy shut-in. I mean, not now, at least. Who knows what will happen when I'm eighty and maybe starting to lose it.
So, yeah. I'm really happy right now. I'm back in school and, though it can suck, I mostly like it. I do things, I meet people, I'm forced to eat outside of my house. I've begun to sleep in my bed, rather on the living room couch. I know myself better than I ever have. Better than I would ever have thought to, perhaps.
These are really good things for me, although it might seem strange. My life was changed so drastically outside what I consider the norm to be that it sometimes seems silly to me that be pleased by these little improvements. But it's my recovery. From illnesses, and relationships gone bad, I think.
So, I'm going on a spring break road trip. To the Florida Keys.
Yeah, I know that I have said in other places, to various people, that I was going to Kentucky, or someplace. That no longer seems to be true. I need the ocean, and some good sunshine. And someplace that isn't Kentucky.
So, the Keys, here I come. I shall eat key limes and key lime pie and drink key limeade. No, really, I'm hoping to go snorkeling for the first time -- the Keys contain some awesomely beautiful coral reefs.
I'm really looking forward to this. I need to get away. I feel like my life is stagnating, that I'm dying inside of this house, inside of this stupid, weak body.
I need to do something about this. And I shall.
In fact, I've begun to take some yoga classes. Well, one. So far. The result was painful beyond any other sort of exercise I've done. I went last Tuesday, and only now do I feel recovered enough to consider going again. Seriously, I could barely get dressed, I hurt so much. But I like the pain, and I'm going to go back tomorrow morning.
And then I'm going to do some other stuff.
Yeah, you heard what I said. Stuff. The thing that I haven't been doing for the past year because I've been... I don't know. Socially crippled. And sick.
Last week I went out to dinner for the first time in quite a few months. Afterward, I went to an operatic performance at the Ordway. I didn't freak out, as I had halfway expected to. It was amazing, and I was filled with this confidence in myself that I hadn't felt in a long time. I knew then that I was going to be okay, that I wouldn't end up being this crazy shut-in. I mean, not now, at least. Who knows what will happen when I'm eighty and maybe starting to lose it.
So, yeah. I'm really happy right now. I'm back in school and, though it can suck, I mostly like it. I do things, I meet people, I'm forced to eat outside of my house. I've begun to sleep in my bed, rather on the living room couch. I know myself better than I ever have. Better than I would ever have thought to, perhaps.
These are really good things for me, although it might seem strange. My life was changed so drastically outside what I consider the norm to be that it sometimes seems silly to me that be pleased by these little improvements. But it's my recovery. From illnesses, and relationships gone bad, I think.