
Laughing at myself
I got a little irked recently. I spoke with a friend last week about a situation and they made a comment about a red flag. Hours afterward, I emailed to explain I was not blind to what they see as a red flag, and I explained why. It was something I struggled putting into writing since it was a private matter. I felt it was an important foundation for them to know about me. I wrestled with myself whether I should send it or not and finally did. Then I let them know I’d sent it and that it was of a sensitive and important nature — to me. A week later they’re just opening it. I love it when my feelings get hurt over stupid stuff like this because it shows me how attached I can get to nonsense that doesn’t really matter in the long run. I love it when friends take something I hold dear and treat it like debris because it reminds me of the impermanence of everything. I’m serious. If I can’t laugh at it, I haven’t learned from it yet. ”sall good.

An update with the .25mg xanax I’ve been taking for anxiety this week. I take less than 1.25mg every other day. The moth at my front door the past 10 days is a brilliant iridescent glowing green, gold and amber. With the xanax, it’s a plain brown moth. This is the kind of dumbing down of the senses I don’t like about prescription meds. Don’t get me wrong, it kicks the temporary anxiety, but I don’t want to live in a world this small and dull all the time.
Hey, I found your nose, it was in my business again.
The end of a long and active overnight. The good news is it’s nearly dawn and I can finally wind down and nap. As usual, there is no bad news… only many ways to learn to be grateful for lessons I don’t yet understand.
I now have a nice long scratch on my left forearm from carrying too many palmetto fronds, but it rather balances the ding and bruise on the right shin from yesterday’s wheelbarrow fiasco. I also just watered the back tree line of turk’s cap, crepe myrtle and arborvitae. The mulberry tree is bare but the loquats are coming full on.