Sundays are for healing
“If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill let yourself fall ill.” ― Rumi
Sometime Friday I apparently pulled a muscle in my back. The culprit? Most likely my back exercises. Oh, the irony. So the past couple of days I’ve been walking worse than our oldest resident at work (103?) Uggh. So I’ve been trying to stand as much as possible. Straighten my hair, watch a movie, take notes. Bake another banana cake. Try to restraighten my desk. Heat/Cold/Heat.
Printed out my writing schedule because apparently I can’t be trusted with my time. I have a hard time staying focused, so I decided to at least carve out three hours of dedicated time. It doesn’t sound like much but I actually produce rather quickly when in a zone and have plenty to edit, read, etc. when I am not. So there’s that.
Again the house is alive with various sounds. My husband is in the kitchen concocting some type of sauce or dip or condiment. He is a mad artist in the kitchen and hopefully by the summer our part of the world will experience just how good he is (again.) This year will definitely be about restoration, resuscitating . I am scared and excited. We both need to take care of ourselves a little better in order to kick proper ass. Pardon moi.
*Taking a stand up break
1/23/23
Well, last night my husband ordered couch rest, ha! Not that it helped much but I do love his company, so that was a plus. We watched another episode of A Private Affair, (Marina Quiroga, a daring upper-class girl with a detective's soul, sets off to catch the serial killer that has been terrorizing her town with her faithful butler Hector's help.) then an episode of The Rig (A group of workers on a remote Scottish oil rig are due to return to the mainland when a mysterious fog cloaks them and supernatural forces take hold.) together. Two completely different shows but I am woman of great range, ha!
This morning, I had a time getting out of bed without assistance, and climbing up the stairs minutes later reduced me to tears. But I have since hit the Post Office, the Thrift Store and am making chili because I’m convinced sitting will be the death of me and as long as I’m not lifting or bending much, I should be ok? But now I sit and type and consider whether I should rise again or type a little more?
Have a great Monday amici!
Keep on writing 😊