Appearances

I might look like a carefree middle-aged woman enjoying good music, relaxing on a hot Sunday, and I am, but it’s not just that.

This is what the hard work for my mental health looks like. Music therapy to combat the anxiety. The thing that’s keeping me from thoroughly cleaning the back hallway to avoid more bugs. We live in damp heat. Bugs of all kinds.

Because the next song has me in tears. A cathartic kind of day.

I did hack at the overgrown garden bed yesterday. If it cools enough, maybe I’ll do more.

Maybe I’ll get more visible things done so the neighbors don’t think we don’t care. Get the house to a place that doesn’t clutter our moods quite so aggressively. May and June are really tough. I mean full tilt to massive letdown/recovery mode.

Now we’re in July. Usually things begin to clear. Ease. Get comfortable.

For today, I’m going to roll with the waves of my Pandora stations on shuffle. Get done what I can. Be kind to myself and know my best is good enough.

It’s served me well so far.