I wish it was b-o-l-o-g-n-a!
“My headache has a first name, it’s str-ess, my headache has a second name it’s anx-iety,” or something like that.
I’ve got a lot on my plate. One child getting married, one going to college, and a business that is like a newborn baby that I can’t get to grow. My doctor prescribed meds for this anxiety a few short months ago. I took the meds, and lets just say they were like speed for me… it wasn’t pleasant. I don’t need to be on anything that speeds me up more than I already am. So, I stopped taking them. I figured I just need to learn how to manage my stress.
This plan isn’t going quite as I’d imagined.
I’m struggling. My head and neck have hurt for three days. My body hurts. I’m taking Advil like crazy. Then there’s the anxiety. Racing heart, dizziness. Not anything you’d really notice, but it’s internally miserable.
A few days ago, I was having a really hard time while getting ready for work, but I kept pushing myself. I was trying to get to work at a decent time. I had a ton to get done before the kids started arriving, and rushed outside to get my car loaded. I stopped short when I looked at our front walk. We had doves. Everywhere! I have to say I was taken aback. What did this mean, exactly? Did it mean I should get my butt back in bed, or did it mean everything would be okay? For someone who gets aggravated with people who are always trying to be “deep,” rather than “real,” I am always looking for the “meaning” in things. It’s messed up, I know.
While I processed these questions, I ran in to get my camera, took many pictures, and talked to the doves the whole time, until I realized I had to get busy loading my car. I came back out, saw a neighborhood cat stalking “my” doves, shooed it away, and in the process, shooed my doves away too. I felt very sad, but then I noticed one dove had flown to the very car I was loading! I was excited, but worried at the same time. I went about loading my car, talking to the dove, asking if he was there as a warning or if he was there to bring me some calm. He didn’t answer me. I’m pretty sure my neighbors now think I’m nuts, if they didn’t already. I do a lot of talking to the local wildlife (the other day a Road Runner came so close to me, I could have pet his little feathered head).
The dove never answered me, which I assume would relieve many of you. You now know I’m not too much of a nut. I guess if I felt the need for a hiatus, I’d have told you all that the dove introduced himself as Fred, and told me the meaning of life, in a French accent. Yeah… that didn’t happen. Fred’s cute though, isn’t he?