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I find sometimes that resting well has helped in letting my brain work out a few things without my trying to wrestle them into submission. Currently I have been sleeping 9-10 hrs a night, for now that seems about right. There were a few years where 4-6 hrs was the norm, Too much stress and not enough sleep may have lead to a few of my own health issues.
Taking time to recharge may be just what you need. Like you said we all need rest to heal. :kitty:
I figure we all go through various emotional states, and that's ok as long as I don't get stuck there, or do something/say something that may not lead to the greatest outcome.
In less than a month the days will start getting longer.
Thanks OK.
Yes, the stress over my 2 oldest children has me feeling like I'm getting the lesser desired effects of an LSD high that has hung on about a half-day too long; electric, fried, lost, spinning in place.
As far as anything that might be said or done that brings less than optimal outcomes, most of that has already been done. no bringing the horse back into the barn, at least not with my oldest son.
And despite my heart-ache over it, it's probably best. He already eats and lives hand-to-mouth, and bullshits himself about his future plans, etc., to the extent that very little changes in his life.
So likely the best thing for now, absent a peace summit, and he and my daughter experiencing a miraculous epiphany that enlightens them on a path toward maturity, is to leave it lay, accept they are gone, accept the things that led to them being who they are, and know that in their own unique ways, they will perpetuate their less-than-productive ways in life, until the light goes on, and they take an honest, non-defensive look at who they are, in numerous contexts.
Cutting them loose in my mind and my heart, for a true and final, "So long.. Happy trails." moment is very hard to make real, but that's the direction I've been trying to head in (often unsuccessfully) for long time now.
Cannabis, of all varieties listed, should be done decarbing shortly, and then I can depressurize the cooker, put the jars out to seal and cool, or cool and seal, feed my mothers again, and go to bed... praying to the Agnostic Cosmos and anyone else listening that if I can slip away tonight, let it be in the midst of a GLORIOUS fucking positive dream... THAT would be some serious early Christmas.
A guy can hope, right?