Broken Objects and the Value of a Walk

My printer/copier/scanner broke, and I still haven't bought a new one. My car broke down, and I can't afford to pay for repairs right now. Both broken things have caused inconveniences and strain on my budget. Yet, I maintained an okay mood. In years past, I would think my whole LIFE was breaking down, and God found me unworthy. I still think I am worthy of living and realize the car and the printer were not personally attacking me, neither was God or the universe attacking me. In this way I have grown and healed.

 I went to a party with my friends who gave me a ride. And even though I am without car, printer, ipod, ipad, ithingamajiggy, camera, and a few other techno goodies, my friends still LIKE me.

However, my part-time job caused me great anxiety, and so did my parent. Both the management of the job and the parent lack planning. The job kept making demands that I couldn't meet because management did not provide me with tools. I keep knocking on management's doors, and they are starting to respond. The parent acts upon feelings and not intellect. Finally, parent listened to reason once he settled down.

So, I had some sleepless nights and chest pains. Hello, Xanax! A wise person hearing my complaints reminded me to take care of myself in whatever form I need too. DUH! So I made time to talk, to act, and to go for a walk. I enjoyed my walk in the cold, and turned that anxiety into energy to propel myself around the neighborhood. Also, I made myself some good hearty oatmeal with protein power sprinkled in plus brown sugar.

It's way too easy to get caught up with the stresses of life to neglect ourselves. The reality is that every day I require self-care.

In other news, I sewed three tote bags without a pattern and used up some fabric. The bags look experimental because they are. I learned some sewing techniques by trial and error. Sewing was rather addicting to me and distracted me from my lack of funds.

Action is the prescription of the day.