The Hot Wife was restless this morning but didn’t want to walk in the woods, so we compromised and went for a walk around the lake. Saw lots of diff species of turtles, water lilies in bloom and a bunch of mallard ducks.
When we got home she made us sandwiches and did laundry while I cleaned the car in the poring rain (work smarter, not harder). Then we sat together and I watched a movie while she read a book.
A day in the life of middle aged married lesbians.
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Today is a good day. May many more be on the way.
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the difference between doing chores or errands on a good day vs a bad day is stunning.
Sometimes on days that are ok physically but bad mentally, I forgot how starkly different it can be.
I start to believe that I'm lazy or not trying hard enough or that I cut myself too much slack or make too many excuses or feel too sorry for myself and really I just need to do better.
And then I have a rare day like today where I am able to easily start and focus on an important, tedious paperwork-related task for two hours, getting it done, and not feel awful afterwards. The amount of willpower it takes is laughably small in comparison to most days.
No crying or bursts of anger or overwhelming exhaustion or inchoate anxiety.
Instead: a moderate sense of satisfaction, and pleasant relief that I'm done.
I feel like a different person. I know it won't last, but even that realization doesn't feel that bad. Because things are pretty good right now.
And I remember:
It's not supposed to be so hard all the time.
That I'm NOT exaggerating or imagining just how ridiculously fucking hard it is to do every-day things.
This is what it should feel like.
~* It's not supposed to feel like the world is ending because I need to open my mail. *~
What did I do differently to make today happen?
I let myself rest. For as long as I needed. For weeks.
I stopped pushing myself so fucking hard all the time, and protected my body and respected my limits and let things go.
It doesn't always give me a magic day. My exchange rate is like, 2 weeks of aggressively resting and setting boundaries for 1-2 days of doing what I want and need.
But it reminds me that pushing through is not the way to get what I want.
Maybe taking care of myself and being kind to myself will get me that day or afternoon or hour of magic, maybe it won't -- but running myself into the ground never does.
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today has been a good day.
my mom treated me to a hair cut (i am shorn again) and a manicure (i wanted black nails so bad but i also don't want to be misgendered - sigh). then i treated to pizza for lunch. we watched the game (HISSSSSS) and i worked on my big bang a bit. then we went out and finally bought a closet organizer for my closet (and we had to haul it in my car with the trunk popped open a bit - that was a fun drive). we brought it back home then went out to a delicious dinner at our favorite chinese place. now i am on my recliner, nice and full, in my gross little stars hoodie, under my rainbow blanket, with my big bang doc open and my little hands going clack clack clack on the keyboard. :D
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I shamelessly seize any opportunity to drag the Hot Wife out for a walk in the woods whenever she’s bored. This time she was an expert fungi spotter and pointed out several fungi that I missed (see photos) as I was taking photos of other fungi.
It’s rare that she is such an active participant on my mushroom hikes, so it’s super special when she gets into it and points stuff out to me. And she used an app on her phone to identify the pine trees that she really likes (loblolly pine).
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i taught, i cooked, i bought peaches from the farmers market, richard siken published a new poem, a book came in the mail… end of august, sweet thing, dear friend
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