So I’m dating again.
For anyone who knows my story, this is a pretty big deal. I told my therapist around September that I wanted to put myself out there but didn’t have the true courage to actually do it until February. It took me months to even consider downloading Tinder.
It seems like everyone goes on some sort of diet when January 1st rolls around.
I was recently hanging out with some friends when the topic of conversation turned to meditation. I shared that I generally try to meditate for a few minutes on a daily basis to ease my anxiety and chill me out. It’s a major part of my self-care routine.
They looked at me with bewilderment. They had experienced various struggles with their attempts at meditation and thought that it simply wasn’t for them. They found it difficult to quiet their thoughts, to be still, to think of absolutely nothing.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been battling a nasty sinus infection/cold/cough. It hit me right in the middle of my parents’ visit to my new apartment over Thanksgiving and lingered through the first few days of December.
Getting sick is all around miserable (as I’m sure you know.) All I wanted to do was sleep but my dog and congestion had other ideas. I was in a grumbly mood about spending too much money on tissue boxes and cough drops and annoyed at myself for coughing through my little brother’s birthday dinner. I wasn’t getting better fast enough and that just made me more disgruntled.
The recent Supreme Court confirmation has made the past few weeks particularly traumatizing for sexual assault survivors. The past
months years centuries haven’t been swell either.