Yesterday, despite the soaring temperatures outside, I felt like an unbearable, cold awfulness was enveloping me.
Though simplistic sounding, when bad things happen to me the sooner I can get going on something positive--move forward--beyond--the worst thing for me is to be stuck spinning my wheels going 'round and 'round with self-doubt, insecurity, fear---the sooner I can pack things up and move on, the better.
My mind has been racing so I haven't slept much at all in the last 24 hrs.
Replaying and replaying what was one of the biggest left-field occurrences to have happened to me in more than a year.
Reeling, I tried to process it all so I could let it go, move beyond it, but the grip of fear held tight.
Finally, a few hours ago this thing, this ugly good-for-nothing baggage that I was heaving around--I put it down.
I've stopped--for now anyway--trying to figure out why people do the inhumane things they do. I realize that I was let off pretty easy. I've landed on my feet, making a good recovery.
Our front "yard"-- it's a condo so technically, no. Shhh! Don't tell my spouse.