I pass by James and say hello. I see Dale and say hello and kiss kiss and perhaps have a conversation. I sleep, sometimes without pain, a definite achievement. I stretch. I walk in the pool. And I walk in the pool. I go under.
None of this nothing would be an issue if I were okay with all this nothing. I am never okay with a lot of nothing.
So, do something, Rebecca. This is not difficult.
This is however quite difficult. And it may be that I just do not WANT to do anything. How do I make that okay? All this nothing? How do I delight in it?
Today I am going to the nursing home to play piano for the folks there. This will be good. And I want to go thrifting. With Becky.
But I must conserve my energy. I bottomed out yesterday evening and could not go to EFM. I have obligations this week. (Dale has worn me down and I am going to play D&D I am not kidding) But I want to move. And do things. I do not want to sit in this chair all day doing nothing much.
If only I were one of those folks who can just enjoy doing NOTHING.
(I will not even mention writing)