Grade for the day: B. (That's a grade on my behavior, not on my circumstances.)
Day started tough. Was up for a couple of hours in the middle of the night -- nightmares again. :( So I started the day groggy and irritable. But I dug in to all the tasks that have been neglected here (laundry, organization, budget stuff, errands) and worked on those for 5 hours. Tried to keep a positive frame of mind in the process.
In the afternoon I got hungry and ate a bunch of Dots and Twizzlers (big growed-up girl that I am!). But I also had an Amy's frozen Indian meal for lunch.
Decided to run 10. Started running. Running is HARD -- considered just turning around and going back home. But I ran a slow, steady 10. Sometimes you just do what you've gotta do, right?
Right now Tim's visiting my dad at the care facility. I thought he was going to call me about 30 minutes ago, so I've called him twice, and he's not answering his phone. This has me worried -- all sorts of scenarios about my dad falling or having a heart attack or something are playing through my head. But I'm working on dinner (frozen thin-crust pizzas from Costco, killer salad) and keeping my fingers crossed.
(Note -- Tim just walked in the door, so I guess all is well!)
4 comments:
I've found that really sitting down and thinking about why I'm dreaming what I'm dreaming helps slow the nightmares. Someone once told me to think of my dreams as parables from a wise old Buddhist monk. Thinking of them this way helps you understand a little bit of what your psyche is trying to deal with. By setting aside time to deal with them--even a little--you acknowledge your issues and allow your subconscious to begin to process and move past them. At least that's been my experience here lately.
I hope you sleep better tonight.
Sounds like you still have a lot going on right now... I like what Jennifer said above, though.
And yay for 10 miles! Even if you wanted to turn around. I'm glad you stuck it through!
A bad day of running still beats a good day at work!
Hang in there!
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