The most metal of moons.
I need to change this website. I know I do. I’m not entirely sure how to go about this. But the endless icy sheets of black and white, even the blurry little weed breaking through the crack on the screen no longer makes me smile when I look at it. I need to just hire someone? I don’t know. Just change the picture, that would be a start.
I am needing to do something different tomorrow. All of it. I made real shit choices today, this weekend, this month, really. So. How do you stop the engine when you’re rolling right along into a hotter and hotter fire? You are here, for one. You turn off the other noises and you give yourself over to a bit of self-reflection.
I have written a lot today, none of it really suitable to share. That’s been the sum total of it. Did leave the house for a brunch I absolute did not need to have. I’ve spent the day bleary. In some conversation with J, consoling him for his bleariness and ignoring my own. Honestly, this is the hardest bit of it. The up and the down. I don’t blame him for it or even judge him for it, but finding yourself attenuating your moods to someone who is equally fluid when it comes to being able to tolerate themselves is a rough gig. Yesterday, I’m queen of the universe for him, today, exhaustion and sad posting and a bevy of other people suggesting how to break out of the mental funk while my suggestions get little more than a shrug.
I’m reacting much more poorly than I’d like to all this.
So now, end of the Sunday shame spiral: I am here, spattered with gravy from the undying pot roast, and everything is a mess. Petrified to check my work email. Checked it as best I could and nothing was radioactive so I feel instantly much relieved. My plan to combat this and come back to some form of recognizable :
Find my Fitbit
Drink an entire glass of water (a whole and entire eight ounces)
Charge my phone and fitbit and put them somewhere I can find them in a few short hours.
Defenestrate the undead pot roast.
Not get so distracted by nonsense that I can’t finish this post
Finish this post.
Remember I have my drink in the fridge in the morning.
Brush my teeth and try and wash my face in a format that my face will find tolerable and not set to itching over.
Fix my sheets so I don’t find falling asleep completely impossible.
Set my alarm.
Figure out what the heck I want to wear tomorrow out of the bundle of laundry I did and tossed aside out of some sense of boring laziness that sure as fuck fucks me over now.
Possibly order groceries for tomorrow. Possibly just plan to go to the grocery store?
Trust in the process.
Remember to reschedule therapy.