I feel off. Off in the sort of way that ebbs and flows out of my life. It has a real quality of a tradewind, a current, a pull rather than some inherent quality of me. And right now the wind is blowing a might bit panicky and depressed. I want to do what I can to correct it or at least throw up a sail.
This is food. This is money. This is stuff put in pots and set to boil over in the back of my mind. Nebulous chattering, dumb and distracting insinuations that frighten me into believing asinine statements as true. We can’t make it to the next stoplight. I am going to fall down. I can’t absorb that. I can’t answer the phone. I know the truth, I know what’s going to happen and it is AWFUL. It is terrible and it can be easily avoided just by avoiding this trigger.
It’s bullshit. It’s not the place or time of day or the thought that denies me my senses, it is my regular capitulation to the unquestioned mind.
Earlier this morning, when I first woke up – woke up an hour before I needed to be up, I lingered there with the fan on the single sheet, just breathing. I read a few things, including Sara Benincasa’s brilliant essay on how she, and how we, live our lives and (if you’re an asshole jerk that needs to fixate on this), sometimes gain weight along the way. Then I fell back asleep and dreamed about a freakish suburban cannibal.
The bad mojo: I am drafting off the energy voids and vacuums of others. I am absorbing their anguish and uncertainty. Or, perhaps, I am seeing anguished and uncertain faces surrounding me because I need to address my crap.
This is a hard place. This is a place to work and I am already smiling a bit and already thinking about how much more helpful it will be to try and flub and fail than to
My mother mentioned that someone she knew who applied for a job at the post office before I applied for that Fed job I was looking at just now heard. I’d essentially written off the exercise and was trying to adjust myself to the lay of the land as it currently stands so I was worrying about what would happen if I got an email right now about it. It would throw everything into tumult. My boss who is so angry at the position she’s been left in with the recent departures at work would only have more to deal with. It would be hard and everyone would think there was something wrong with us – regardless of whether or not there actually is – and, and, and.
There is no email one way or the other. But I have felt panicked and upset all day, not entirely about that, but it’s fed the sense that I am not okay. I also went without caffeine today. Day one of the zero soda challenge I have suddenly embarked upon as of yesterday. Tomorrow – whether or not it’s better – I’m excited to see it. I’m excited to try and excavate a bit more. It will be okay.