Friends and Kitties!
Sheebie here, or at least most of me...I may have not quite recovered all of what I "lost" last Wednesday! Thank you all for the get well wishes, they worked. Fortunately it was only a 24-hour stomach flu bug, and I managed to sleep, albeit all hot and sweaty, at least twenty of those hours. And I have begun Sleeping Until a Civilized Hour (eight o'clock) in the mornings--that's right--my new shift has started, and so far so good...
Oh the heck with that, I LOVE IT!
Although, I admit, there is some adjusting to be done, although nothing taxing, more like when to go to the grocery store, and what day to change the sheets. Scott and I will have to work out new meal arrangements, too, although since I've started making smoothies for lunch it's so much simpler. And I think that's what this whole shift change is going to mean for me, simplicity.
When I was in college I learned a new meaning for a word I already knew: elegance. Elegance in the sense that something was stripped down to be understood in the simplest terms; a mathematical proof, or a chemical equation. Everything perfectly balanced, with nary a number or electron extra. This is what internally I always strive for, I realized, today when I was pushing hard, walking up a giant hill. That even though I have stuff (and I like my stuff) on a physical plane I need to be elegant in my mind to stay sane. To be sparing with my mental energy and allocate it correctly. It was one of those "aha" moments and I don't know why I've never parsed it like that to myself before.
This may have some ramifications on blogging. Already I've started to pare down commenting because it was causing me more stress than joy to check in daily on so many blogs. It's a painful process, weaning, and if you don't see me "visiting" as much please don't feel slighted--I still love you--and read you, it's just that I gotta keep it simple. I'm gonna keep on blogging, though. The Kats and I have too much to say, never fear, and I enjoy the crap out of the creative process. And of course every comment I see on a post born of nothing but my imagination (and to be fair, maybe the antics of my husband and fur kids) is a little dopamine-reward rush. I'd be an idiot to want to quit pushing that particular lever, and although I may enjoy alternative mental health, I'm not stupid! So we'll still be around, one way or another, because at the heart of it, I'm hooked. Hopelessly addicted, and happy to be so. It's simple, really.
Thanks for being such wonderful readers.
I hope I don't sound too stuffy or pedantic, but sometimes I need to get it out--elegantly.
The Kats will be back tomorrow...
Happy Sunday! Love Yourself.
XX Sheebie XX
