We have been the proud parents of a severe winter event here in the midwest. All over the country, actually. The winter of '22 will go down in the history books as one with the most severe winter weather in centuries. Something called a bomb cyclone hit the Great Lakes regions and spread it's perverted cheer all over the country. Texas had zero and single digit temps for crying out loud. Here in Corntown, we had temps below zero with wind chill factors of 35 below. The wind blew for 3 days at about 25-35 mph non stop. It was scary. For the first time since we lived here (18 years now) the water pipes froze and as of today we have been without running water for 5 days. The temps are finally on the upswing and in the 30's today. Heading for the 50's by Thursday. Hopefully that will thaw things out so we can see where we stand as far as repairs, etc that may need to be made to the plumbing. It's really aggravating and makes everything so much harder and I am stomping my feet and having a hissy fit. lol And that has changed ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
I had a good cry last night. I don't know if it helped or not. I don't generally fall apart when SHTF -- I'm usually really good in emergency situations. But this time I am just tired. Seems like it's been one thing after another (it has) and I am not being my usually resilient self. Add the weather, the financial strains, the deaths of people I love, the illnesses (Covid is back in the house ! Not my house, but probably a matter of time). Being a one car family when we 're used to having two. The physical issues I am dealing with. Having all these ANNOYANCES going on in my life. And that might be the worst part. None of this is life shattering. None of this is anything, in the great cosmic scheme of things. And this isn't even the first time in my life for a lot of these things. But, for whatever reasons, it is all hitting me really hard. The house isn't warm enough. The windows are drafty. I can't come and go as I please. I'm tired of everything being os hard. Boo Hoo. Poor little me. lol
I have spent more time this past month in a melancholy state than I maybe ever have in my life. Not completely depressed, I don't think. But certainly tinges of that. I'm not normally a depressive person. I tend to have a very Pollyanna-ish outlook on life. I am blessed to have not been raised in a religious family (although plenty of my siblings and cousins are now, it seems), so have spent my life picking and choosing what works for me in terms of a Creator or Higher Power or Spiritual life. No heaven or hell, no good or evil, necessarily. No sin. Waywardness, maybe. It gives me room to grow and learning to be the Annie that God dreamed me to be. Whoever God is. Connections. To the Earth, to God, to each other. Some spiritual guru said, When I hurt you, I hurt me. We are one. I like that. And it gives me pretty clear guidelines on how to live. Another guy said, Do unto others as ye would have others do unto you. Same thing. Be kind. Love others [as best you can]. Primum non nocere, latin for First, do no harm. Attributed to Hippocrates, but not part of the Hippocratic Oath. Part of the unspoken Annie Oath though. In 10 days I will celebrate 70 years on this planet. Whether I have been on other planets before this one, I'm not sure. But it wouldn't surprise me either. Not much surprises me anymore, with the exception of my own behavior sometimes. So I think sliding into 70, being home alone a lot more, and this shitshow of my life right now has me feeling a certain way. Whether it's depression or melancholia, doesn't much matter. What matters is...what do I do with it ?
So, for today, I am trusting that things will be okay in the end. If it is not okay...it is not the end. I don't have to skulk around pouting and hissy-ing. I don't have to say things that don't need saying. I don't have to do ANYTHING I don't want to. Because THAT, children, is the gift you get for living this long.
Later taters. I need to go stir that big pot of veggie soup I made for vegetarian supper. See you in the funny papers.
You are a gem lady and you are SO loved; if the universe could give uou a break…
OMG! There's a silver lining to Blogger cutting off my following blogs via email and messing with my entire blogger life--LOL! I lost you many years ago now and due to having to find my "reading list" on Blogger (yes, know--I should have known all about that long ago)...HERE YOU ARE!! You probably don't even remember me. I will have to find out where I lost you long ago and snoop through your posts to catch up on what has been happening in your life.
Anyways, let's just say I have had nearly six weeks of diarrhea after my covid booster (likely due to the cancer treatment I have been on this last year) and it has gotten me down. Also a Pollyanna, by choice and inclination--I have been in the dumps some recently. Can totally relate. Finding you again has cheered me up considerably. Happy New Year! :)
I hope things are on the upswing for you soon.
you know what happens when you get overwhelmed and you feel beaten down and thing there isn't a silver cloud in sight? tomorrow...
love you...chin up ...tits out..
My heart goes out to you, to all who struggle.
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