Not literally; but after two days of grieving hard, I feel the first stirrings of interest again.
It was mainly due to the dearly beloved, of course. I had to make a pharmacy/library run, and asked him to come along. He did, even though it was going to be a boring trip for him. I shouldn’t need reassurance that he loves me, but hey, we’re only human, right?
Anyway, his demonstration of care helped me snap out of the grief jag which I’d been on. It’s OK; I know I am still going through the process, but just not in a catatonic, antisocial manner.
I just stepped out into the cold and snapped a couple of life-is-come-again pics:
Wherever you are today, whatever is going on in your life, I hope you experience at least a taste of “life is come again”. It’s a great feeling.
Despite this morning’s post about the cold winter weather we’re having, I walked the few kilometres to the local shopping centre today. It was fun!
There’s nothing like a walk in brisk, fresh air to clear the cobwebs, stimulate constructive thought and reduce the symptoms of depression. What’s not to love about that?
It never ceases to amaze me how such a simple thing can make such a great difference to mood and well-being, and quickly, too.
Do you have any mood quick-fixes?
Yes, you heard me – the GP inspected my long-sore throat this morning, and decided a course of steroids was the way to go.
I know some people love being on steroids: depending on their age, they’ll bounce about, claiming to feel five/ten/twenty years younger. Me? They just make me feel uber-moody. Think PMS … on steroids! (So to speak.)
Here are the deviltabs:
Have you ever been prescribed steroids? Do you love them or loathe them?
Quite frankly, I’ll happily tolerate a week of moodiness if my sore throat will just GO AWAY and STAY AWAY! (I don’t envy the dearly beloved, though.)
I have a new toy:
‘The Daily Mood’ is a stand-up flipbook containing 47 emoticon mood images and a description on the other side. The box asks: “Why should everyone in the office have to guess your mood every day?”
Um … because they’re not emotionally retarded imbeciles? (Inside voice, DB, inside voice!)
Seriously, it’s a bit of fun. It’s interesting to think of “giddy” as a mood, and I love the etymological notes (“In the mid-1980s, the term “emo” described a subgenre of hardcore rock. In the mid-1909s, the term emo began to refer to the indie music of such bands as Fugazi. These days emo is more commonly tied to the fashion of middle-class white kids than to music.”).
As my ‘office’ is populated by one at present (i.e. me) I’m tempted to use The Daily Mood in a manner for which it wasn’t intended: flip it open at random and try out the mood which presents itself; a sort of ’emotional roulette’, if you will. With such delights as Splendid, Wonky, Heroic and Focused on offer, this idea isn’t as crazy as it may seem.
Does anyone else have a new toy they’d like to talk about?