What happens when you just have a blah weekend and some good things happen but also blah things happen. Alot of blah.
If you're prone to depression, you drift to either/or thinking: no one (fill in the blank) thinks of me, likes me, wants to spend time with me. I'm so boring I don't want to even be with myself. And even this is blah too. Lots of blah. So much blah you can't even get up the energy to be depressed about the blahness of it all.
Blah. Blahblahblah.
And this in and of itself seems kind of normal.
I talk to other people who do not struggle w/ depression and they also have blah days and blah weeks.
What about the moon? Hormones? Seasons? Alien signals?
It affects all of us, even people whose hippocampus isn't slightly smaller due to childhood abuse.
So I'll take my blah weekend w/ a badge of honor. How was your weekend? Blah.
On other fronts, the week held much processing in therapy with detailed time spent on my timeline during Lifespan. This resulted in three days of semi-exhaustion and just wow, blahness. Ah, I get it. Sometimes I don't see it coming.
Overall scores for health:
Exercise: 10
Chores: 10
Fun: 5
Energy: 7
Spirit: 5
Create: 3
Hmmm... still drifting to working over being, doing over creating. Some of the home design stuff is creating but was also challenged with an excellent quote today from the Minimalists (again), talking about how Communism enslaved people to the state but consumerism enslaves people to material things. Neither has true freedom. So just buying and decorating and rearranging... stuff.
What then does that look like?
Gotta work on that.
Talked to my cousin this evening which reminded me to look at the photos I took of my aunt's art studio. She converted the detached garage of her house into an art studio. It's a sacred place and reminded me of a very strong woman who carved out time for her art and her soul. She would have had higher numbers for Spirit and Fun.
That's all folks.