Back to the Drawing Board

As I keep mentioning, every little thing I figure out to try and pull myself up and out of this funk, falls through.  Polly was the latest.

I'm trying to anchor myself to something outside myself to stand back up.

Guess that's not what I need to do.  The anchor needs to come from INSIDE.  Ugh.  That's so much harder.  Inside is where I need to ACCEPT and feel hard feelings and stop buffering.

I'm back to the drawing board.

I was planning to start the Enneagram next week when I'm home alone, but I'm going to dabble this week.  Spiritual work = inside work.  Maybe this is a start.

I super duper need my heel to completely heal so I can get back to HARD exercise.  I can barely work up a heart rate and I need some INSIDE calming endorphins from a good workout.  I'm thinking about trying a month of OBE Fitness.  Online classes -- live or recorded, 28 minutes, lots of choices.  It's about $25 a month (discount codes available from a bunch of people on Instagram).  Without a code it's a few dollars more a month.  $199 for a year.  Still thinking on this a little more ...

The Lake House is good.  It's a slow reading book, but when I slow my reading and actually carefully read, I enjoy the descriptive prose.  It's an old mystery from an old family and ... you guessed it, an old lake house.

I'm probably going to be writing a bunch about trying to get my poop in a group again.  I'm really sick of feeling so blah -- physically and mentally.  No promises though.  I'm tired of making, then breaking them.  I'm going to try a little thing each day and see where that gets me.

Off to get a dog walk going before it gets much warmer.  Stay well.  Later gators.