Today was not such a good day. My workday consisted of performing an 8-hour series of mindless tasks. Which afforded me 8 hours of thinking time. Ordinarily I might welcome that kind of day but today, not so much. I’m not sure whether to blame it on the cold meds I’m taking or just my present state of mind. It was like WWIII was set and fought (both sides, losing) in this arena we (jokingly, sometimes…) refer to as my head.
It became painfully obvious to me well before 9am that the consequences of a neglected mind can be brutal. There were so many unresolved issues and random thoughts in my head that they just kind of avalanched and left me buried in my own brain dump at the bottom of the hill. Try as I might to concentrate on a single thing, to even untangle one knotted thread was an exercise in futility.
But today did serve a purpose. I’m quite convinced that I need to slow down. Quit cramming so much in. Let some out. And find some quiet time, just for me and my best friend (my brain.)
Tonight I plan to curl up with a bottle of wine and a borrowed copy of Casablanca. If I don’t like it any better than I did the first time, then it will just be me and the wine.