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I'd be curious if this occurs with other singles who live alone: the random memories and thoughts that sneak into ones head. Today, it was a choir solo ensemble: snippets of an event implanted and recalled.
I've spent days in the past week ruminating about work decisions and events. Real Stupid shit. Days. Not hours, days. I'm acknowledging this as notation as I try to unravel my own psyche and reflect on behavior. I'm in quest to try to resolve some of my "issues."
I'm trying to leave work at the door. Floor nursing was pretty simple because either the next shift picked it up or the patient got discharged. Over. Said. and done. Next. Plus, even in this midwest spike of Covid-19, I'm keeping pretty busy.
The yoga is helping every Wednesday night. That has been a good standard practice, and my dear cousin gifted me a 10 class pass. I took a free yoga class on Thanksgiving, which I struggled with, yet enjoyed.
A friend of mine reached out on Friday, and a few others did, yet her pull was the strongest, with affirming that I knew she was there for me. I said, yes, which wasn't truthful... which regardless, I struggled with wondering if I was going off the cliff again, and I just didn't realize it.
That sort of happened this summer, and I didn't realize how out of my mind I was.
It's December, and this train just needs to forge on.
I've spent days in the past week ruminating about work decisions and events. Real Stupid shit. Days. Not hours, days. I'm acknowledging this as notation as I try to unravel my own psyche and reflect on behavior. I'm in quest to try to resolve some of my "issues."
I'm trying to leave work at the door. Floor nursing was pretty simple because either the next shift picked it up or the patient got discharged. Over. Said. and done. Next. Plus, even in this midwest spike of Covid-19, I'm keeping pretty busy.
The yoga is helping every Wednesday night. That has been a good standard practice, and my dear cousin gifted me a 10 class pass. I took a free yoga class on Thanksgiving, which I struggled with, yet enjoyed.
A friend of mine reached out on Friday, and a few others did, yet her pull was the strongest, with affirming that I knew she was there for me. I said, yes, which wasn't truthful... which regardless, I struggled with wondering if I was going off the cliff again, and I just didn't realize it.
That sort of happened this summer, and I didn't realize how out of my mind I was.
It's December, and this train just needs to forge on.