Days of Yore
After posting about embracing your messiness on Thursday, I spent most of the day cleaning and organizing the papers in my office. I was the Energizer bunny for more than 12 hours. I wrote, did laundry, cleaned, cooked dinner. I was in a great mood and my head wasn’t bad at all. I even felt like I could think clearly.
I hit the ground running on Friday morning. I entertained Hart with questions about the term “cowlick.” It seems too colloquial to be the official name of the wayward tuft of hair, but I know no other word for it. In any case, I bounced around, getting ready to take Hart to work and run errands.
Dashing down the stairs, I turned back to say, “Look at me. Bzz, bzz, bzz. Can you believe how much energy I have?” “It’s just like the days of yore,” he replied. (When we used to get ready together every morning and I would sing made-up songs while he could barely open his eyes.) It was awesome.
I did crash that afternoon, but not as hard as I expected. And it followed a sad conversation with my sister, so that, not my head, could have been the culprit.” I napped for an hour and was able to go to dinner and hang out with friends until 1 a.m.
I’m headachy today and still sad about what my sister and I talked about it, but the energy remains. As does the clear-headedness. It may not last, but it sure is sweet. I’m not as “free” as I felt that one day after acupuncture. It has lasted longer though, which makes me think that phases like this will continue to happen. Merry Christmas to me!
And merry happy [insert your holiday of choice here] to you. Thanks for making this blog such a happy place for me.