In the past when I’ve been having a bad day my response has generally been anger followed by something approaching a brief depression. This is not a state of being I particularly enjoy.
Today the smoke hung heavy on me. The smoke and all it entails. It didn’t feel great, and it rained most of the day.
I moved some rocks in the rain; I’m replacing the river stones around the locust with quarts. It’ll take a while.
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Today the smoke hung heavy on me. The smoke and all it entails. It didn’t feel great, and it rained most of the day.
I moved some rocks in the rain; I’m replacing the river stones around the locust with quarts. It’ll take a while.
It was sweaty work and after it was done I tried going into the woodshop for the first time in a week. I wouldn’t say it went poorly, I still have all my fingers, but I wouldn’t say it went well. I felt sluggish, foggy, grumpy, bad; it’s a damned miracle I accomplished what I did, downgrade as it was. I felt pretty aggravated that I had somehow gotten worse at woodworking, and if not worse, just a lot less confident.
That’s the same thing.
It felt like I skipped the part of my immaturity process where I get angry, heavy in the chest and fist, and landed right in the up-and-coming sag of sadness that comes right at the tail end of things. I think this is a step in the right direction.
Abby decided it’d be a good idea to make a tincture just for the kid.
I agree.