Lately, I've received several emails, messages, and texts. "Where've you been?" "Are you ok?" "Miss you." I feel the same way...missing, somehow disconnected. I can't really say where the time's gone. I'm not out doing the Hustle. I haven't been napping (except this afternoon). I'm not spending my usual time in the sauna, sorting meds, dry brushing, blogging, juicing, on Facebook.
I am behind...on everything (phone calls, dishes, art journals...you name it).
I guess, realistically, you could say, I've been at the doctors. On average, I have 4-6 appointments a week. With travel, that takes between 12-15 hours. Add on labs, colonics, lymphatic stuff, massage, crazy foot baths...another 5+ hours...gone.
It all feels very consuming.
When I get home, I usually just stare into space. Too tired to cook, I eat out often. When I can muster up some extra oompha, I go to a movie, have Angel wheel me around Disney, get some fresh air, or visit with friends. Yesterday, in between sips of tea at Starbucks (a rare outing), I caught up with two friends. One just opened a bakery (you should totally visit it). Another just had a baby.
"Are you working?" one asked.
"Are you better yet?" the other said.
That's also exhausting.
In between, I'm daydreaming...about taking a class, singing lessons, working, improv, exercise. It's too soon for those things. Instead, I'm settling for Solitaire. Still, it's a good sign I'm thinking about them.
Hard to believe it's already October.
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