Even the chillest of us have them at times. Those PTSD flashbacks about stuff you thought you was long over, triggered by the simplest of events. The last 2 days have been — I was going to say rough on body and soul — but nothing is rough on the soul. That’s some myth my mind makes up to make excuses for why I’ve attracted a few rocky days. Don’t get me wrong, nothing drastic happened. It began with a 4 hour delay on Friday that me pouting about dominoed it into an overly long workday. I knew I was snappy so I turned down an offer for help so I didn’t drag anyone else into my vibe. When I’m pouty, I’m happy for physical work done on my own to take me out of it.
Since I was still a little pouty, my carpal tunnel and tendonitis in hands and arms (which rarely bother me anymore) began activating. Oh great, like I need this. Then my shoulder began hurting (wtf?) and my sinuses began draining (wah!)
Then I had thoughts of past issues I’d long forgotten, then other thoughts like that came to the surface. Not happy stuff but long over. Then I tripped and hurt my foot. That made me laugh and realize what I was doing! I changed my thought around to, “That’s ok. It’s just a few hours’ work, it will be over soon. Stop pouting and think some happy thoughts.” The rest of the day was fine.
At the end of the day, I began having anxiety and feeling the effects of the physical work I’d over-done all day. By 8pm when the roommate told me we needed a plumber, I was feeling a little shell shocked. After arranging a 1am appointment with Roto Rooter, I again felt relief. Yes, it might be a big plumbing bill but money would fix that problem. I later changed the appt to 8am and went to bed. At 5am I heard a gurgle and both toilets flushed again. The rains must have soaked the ground so much the septic slowed to a halt. I cancelled the appointment. Yay!
An hour later I had a big shakti crash that sent me to bed for the day. I’ve learned the best way for me to heal when I feel unruffled is to get myself alone, in the dark, in the cool air and let myself snooze the day away. I did that yesterday. I got up about 1am and stretched my sore, kinked body out. I felt better after 25 minutes of yoga. I walked outside and listened to the stillness for while. There’s a mama raccoon and 4 babies — 4 not 3 — and I watched them crash around the yard. I went into the office for a few hours. I’m feeling back to normal. I may snooze today away as well, altho I’m no longer frazzled.
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