It was getting pretty clear that all of the non-sleep and sickness and general stir-crazy-lethargy nonsense of the last two weeks or so was really getting to me, and I was living in my head. Yeah, no good comes of that!
So tonight I went out to the tub solo, as Diana wasn't up to it, and the clear skies above were accompanied with a clear head. No racing thoughts, no list making, no holy-shit-I-need-to's... just relaxation. It was fairly liberating.
In fact, my head is really not any more ahead than this weekend in Seattle. I've got my Ta-Da Lists neatly describing things I need to do, and today I just leave that stuff there.
I also felt like I turned a corner at the Blue Man show. The lyrics to "Persona" and "The Complex" really strike a chord with me. The subject of those songs has let himself get beat down by The Man, and that's not me. Realizing you ultimately have the control really sets you free.
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