Perfect Timing

There's nothing worth regret, Wonelle.

Absolutely nothing, ever.

Same for fear, worry, and anger.

Let 'em go, rise above, get down, move on -
    The Universe

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Friday found me on the couch watching Gray's Anatomy, lying in a great big puddle of tears. The show was perfect subject matter (moving, new job, friendships, relationships, and Alzheimer's disease among other heartfelt topics) for a self-pity-ing-over-feel-er such as myself.

By the time Wood got home, I was incapacitated. He knew I had spent the day crying. He probably doesn't realize I spent it crying about more than a bad "fit".

Choices.

I was lamenting the poor choices I have made because of someone else's input and despite my inner knowing. For wanting something different than what I had. For being practical and doing things I felt I should do instead of what would meet my emotional needs (can you say living with my mother-in-law for almost 2 years?). For not having what I want because I asked for permission instead of taking what I deserve.

Sleep.

I'm exhausted from taking care of everyone else's needs. Insomnia hit hard Friday night so I napped on Saturday. Wood doesn't care for it. Maybe he's worried that I'll fall into a deep depression, a valid concern - but this is a brand new flesh wound in an area that has been hurt before. There's significance here. Monday I woke feeling refreshed - because I don't have to go back; I slept through the night.

Art.

I started the Day of the Dead figurines. It didn't take long to feel like it was right.

More later.

Be Well,

Wonelle

XO