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The past few days I've been anxious, ADHD crazy, and manic. Why?
Simple: I was stuck in the house/work. So, Daddy and I fixed it.
This morning my chores had been slightly off because I was tending to my feet (home made oat soak, which has them nearly back to the condition they should be in). Everything got done but the dishes, and when I came back up from walking Dougal and Midas, I needed to get the fuck outside (I was already feeling jittery).
So I called and asked permission (this is the first time I've ever broken schedule, mind you, so in a way it was kinda scary XD), and Ian told me to go out and make sure to pick up juice on the way to work.
I had about an hour of sitting in different parks (always with my back straight against a tree and barefoot) and reading. I had a mango and water, and my attention came back in full. My body was happy until I started walking the pavement again, and then my feet tingled in their converses, pissed off at me.
At work I climbed a step ladder and forced the old window of the front office to open up (we're a glass front). I left the room, handled some shit, and came back to Fia (my boss) saying how different and nice the office suddenly felt.
So I'm just playing Billie Holiday, waiting for my next client interview to show up (an angry Polish girl, but I've met her twice already so I know what I'm in for), listening to the air come in through the window and breathing wonderfully.
Ian and I are going to fix up my schedule so everything's done in the morning before I head out, which won't be hard, if the weather's good. And then I can continue to enjoy this and not get stir crazy.
Simple: I was stuck in the house/work. So, Daddy and I fixed it.
This morning my chores had been slightly off because I was tending to my feet (home made oat soak, which has them nearly back to the condition they should be in). Everything got done but the dishes, and when I came back up from walking Dougal and Midas, I needed to get the fuck outside (I was already feeling jittery).
So I called and asked permission (this is the first time I've ever broken schedule, mind you, so in a way it was kinda scary XD), and Ian told me to go out and make sure to pick up juice on the way to work.
I had about an hour of sitting in different parks (always with my back straight against a tree and barefoot) and reading. I had a mango and water, and my attention came back in full. My body was happy until I started walking the pavement again, and then my feet tingled in their converses, pissed off at me.
At work I climbed a step ladder and forced the old window of the front office to open up (we're a glass front). I left the room, handled some shit, and came back to Fia (my boss) saying how different and nice the office suddenly felt.
So I'm just playing Billie Holiday, waiting for my next client interview to show up (an angry Polish girl, but I've met her twice already so I know what I'm in for), listening to the air come in through the window and breathing wonderfully.
Ian and I are going to fix up my schedule so everything's done in the morning before I head out, which won't be hard, if the weather's good. And then I can continue to enjoy this and not get stir crazy.