Best thing I’ve written since the last one, chums.
My daughter’s currently obsessed with a couple of songs about the inevitability of death, whilst I’m over here, just grateful to hold it together for another day and not look like I was flattened by a steamroller along the way. This is named after a piece of music which my husband considers samey algorithmic nonsense, but I find rather soothing. You can’t have everything in a marriage.
I am becoming acutely aware of the disparity of what I know is taking place around me at any given moment and how my brain processes this information. It’s a disconnect, and this is not the first time I have felt this way before. It’s another part of the puzzle which I’ll deal with when I talk to the mental health people next week. Until then, here’s the reminder that your eyes sometimes lie to you because they’re not fast enough to process reality as it happens…
There will be a series of Instaverse poems about Difference [TM] going forward. These will undoubtedly correspond with the latest mental health journey I am currently taking, and I’m looking forward to finding new ways of expressing myself as this will link in with Patreon changes.
Wednesday was National Tea Day, and with the amount I drink? Had to be done.
My Monday began with a broken kitchen sink tap. Everything was fixed by teatime, but in the intervening period, and awful lot changed. It’s odd how these things present themselves, as I remember the last time this happened. I appreciate all the support and understanding as a result. Welcome to a new stage of our journey 😀
After five days straight at the Gym, because THIS MATTERS TO ME DAMMIT, I’ve begun to let other people’s judgement cloud my own. Fortunately, I have poetry with which to deal with such moments, and then I can go away and be a better person as a result. Also, I can still lift heavy weights and still run without too much issue. These are all great things.
Always be the better person.
This was the first poem completely written in the car. It contains the best descriptor I am ever likely to come up with in relation to how my life was before the Pandemic. Undoubtedly the poem of the week by quite some way, and because it was written in transit, it is presented in Evernote.
It was a good weekend. A lot of work got done, and many more things were organized. There was also a fair amount of navel-gazing and soul-searching, plus a pretty decent walk (for the first time in a while) that needs to happen more in the future. The Instaverse today came from a discussion last night surrounding individual responsibility, and as the audio points out, some things can never be escaped, whether you like it or not.