Breathing

It’s worth a moment to take note here of the things I managed to do yesterday amid all the drama that either were self-regulatory in nature or at least helped to cut off prospects of further dysregulation.

• Noticed while making breakfast that I was unthinkingly charging around the kitchen, and made myself stop and literally say aloud, “You need to slow down or you will break something, and it might be me.”

• Come dinnertime, rather than simply having leftover macaroni-and-cheese from lunch I made myself the meal I’ve been having during the latest bout of food exhaustion: potatoes, chickpeas, spinach, onion, tomato sauce, and Old Bay seasoning.

• With the assistance of 50 Foot Wave, somehow managed to do the full version of my evening walk route, of just under a mile and a half, at the unheard of and unrepeatable pace of a 15’47” mile, which frequently felt like barely-controlled falling.

• Brought myself to within spitting distance of a working search solution for the blog, something which had escaped me completely since moving to Eleventy earlier this year and which I finished up today.

Small victories.