It's been an anxiety-filled weekend. I don't even know where to begin. I don't really have a reason for my anxiety but I guess that's the way anxiety works. My mind just won't stop. I don't notice it until I'm neck-deep in a gasping breath.
Last night I went to bed after 1AM [like usual] and woke up at 6AM [unusual]. I tossed and turned for about an hour and decided to get up and write. After a couple of hours, I was able to rest again. I fell into a deep coma-like sleep - full of wild dreams. I woke up in a sweat and began frantically writing my dreams down. I just know there's a well of truth in that notebook. I keep writing dreams, closing the book and moving on with my days. Someday I'll venture back and see what's really going on.
It's a bazillion degrees out today. There's barely a breeze. I nearly passed out walking Hunny on an empty stomach [I'm eating an orange now]. Weather like this reminds me of why I don't eat in the summer. All I want are fruits, juices, smoothies and cold nutrients. Ooh, and popsicles! The mere thought of solid food weighs me down. But I have to remember to put those real nutrients in my body - especially as a dogwalker.
Last Summer I went on a hike with another dogwalker-friend and her pack. Aside from the rattle snake encounter and the stalking bee, the worst part of that hike was the blazing heat! Half way up the trail I got dizzy and everything started going black. It was at that point when I realized I hadn't had a drop of water or an ounce of food since the night before.
I've got a lot going on in the week to come: Recording, haircut [yay], gig, thorough house cleaning, dogwalking, yoga, and the finale - My friend's 50th Birthday Bash! Ahh yes, now THAT's the way to end a week!
Well, anxiety's kicking in again. Just got off the phone - conversation left me with worlds to process. I think I'll take a nice cool shower and find a way to get some food into this body. I have another entry in the wings - hopefully I'll get to that too.
~ Peace All ~