I had a bit of a breakdown on Friday evening. There was wailing and gnashing of teeth. There was a very good deal of despair.
I’d really like to make light of it, but I can’t bring myself to do so – because it was rather serious.
What brought this on, you may ask? I have absolutely no idea. All I know is that I was utterly consumed with unhappiness (stupid brain).
So on Saturday I decided to take matters in hand:
I have resolved to obtain a referral to Iman the Mental Health Professional – primarily to refocus on the sanity and mindfulness &etc.
I have resolved to make positive changes in my life – which mostly means more doing actual things and less (tres addictive) mindless internetting. To this end:
I crafted a tote from an old dress
I experimented with Kerry Apple cake muffins (tied with cute ribbons)
I experimented with blueberry muffins for my lovely husband (who adored them)
I commenced crocheting an afgahan for Mom to warm her while she snuggles on her couch.
I read books (other than silly needlecraft murders) on the Kindle.
I snuggled on the couch and watched Grand Designs.
I researched fish tanks (so that I might be calmed by lovely, wee fishies)
I culled the blogs in my google reader (no, not you!) to those people I truly want to read.
I did not look at twitter At All (I’m thinking of cutting out teh twitter entirely – but am giving it a one month ban).
I resolved to blog more and composed posts in my head.
And it all felt pretty marvellous.
Tonight I ripped the torn lining from a skirt (to make it a little more comfortable) which I can now barely fit into and repaired my favourite umbrella ($5 and still keep-on-keeping-on after 3 years).
And I am starting to feel a whole lot better.