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Feb. 18th, 2008 06:59 pmCous cous for dinner was good. My weekend was amazing and therapeutic. I got home despite the two hour delay.
Discovering where home is and is not can be a bittersweet thing. The difference in understanding between, "you ought to be able to handle this on your own," and "It took you this long to figure out that you aren't good at living alone?" The acceptance of who I am vs. the mirroring of problems is what that feels like. I feel pretty much like I am doing a decent job of not going insane given the circumstances I am in. I'm going to school and I am doing well. I'm not on any sort of chemicals to monitor brain chemistry. I'm managing fibromyalgia in such a way that I don't feel dependent on any one thing to help me get through. So what if I'm not good at living alone? Why does that make me less? My answer; it doesn't.
Forging new paths and making new connections is always fun for me. Things that were not in the realm of possibility now feel like they are within my reach if I want to grasp them.
The Honey got two CDs this weekend. One Hootie and the Blowfish, one Ace of Base. Both for $.95. Nice. They have been iTuned. This makes me happy.
Tonight, Psychonauts. Raz will triumph. Says I. After that I will drug myself and go to bed to try to reset my internal clock. Circadian rhythms are fun.
Discovering where home is and is not can be a bittersweet thing. The difference in understanding between, "you ought to be able to handle this on your own," and "It took you this long to figure out that you aren't good at living alone?" The acceptance of who I am vs. the mirroring of problems is what that feels like. I feel pretty much like I am doing a decent job of not going insane given the circumstances I am in. I'm going to school and I am doing well. I'm not on any sort of chemicals to monitor brain chemistry. I'm managing fibromyalgia in such a way that I don't feel dependent on any one thing to help me get through. So what if I'm not good at living alone? Why does that make me less? My answer; it doesn't.
Forging new paths and making new connections is always fun for me. Things that were not in the realm of possibility now feel like they are within my reach if I want to grasp them.
The Honey got two CDs this weekend. One Hootie and the Blowfish, one Ace of Base. Both for $.95. Nice. They have been iTuned. This makes me happy.
Tonight, Psychonauts. Raz will triumph. Says I. After that I will drug myself and go to bed to try to reset my internal clock. Circadian rhythms are fun.