I kicked off my Memorial Day Weekend with an early-morning trip to Home Depot. The parking lot was mostly empty except for a few expected contractors and a couple of bored old ladies who’d probably been up for hours. I decided I needed a creative project to occupy my fidgeting hands and to distract my wandering mind.
I found my materials and casually waved off offers for help loading them into my car. I’m a badass, for godsakes.
The weather is gloomy and windy with a rain that can’t make up its mind whether or not to fall. Kinda matches my mood. It’s going to be a long weekend with another to follow, but one step at a time.
I have a couple of things on the agenda for this weekend to try to snap me out of my obsessive thoughts and bring me back to center. I haven’t decided if the Spartacus fantasies should be on the list or not. Much as I love them, the resulting frustration takes its toll.
Underneath the anxiety, I remain happy. Nothing about that has changed. The things that thrilled me last week still bring me joy today, and for that, I am exceptionally grateful.
(That last paragraph brought a smile and made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I think I’ll focus on that.)