I have things I could be doing: work, cleaning, laundry, on an on. I’m not doing any of it. I’m forcing myself to do absolutely nothing today. I need to recover. It’s been an emotional week plus some hard labor and my body and mind are spent. Truthfully I’m in a little pain too, so it all culminates into a day of quiet rest.
I was going to try and go to the gym but I can’t sit or walk comfortably right now. So I have no choice really. I could force myself to do things but it will probably make it worse. So I’ll take a day to lay around and hope I feel back to my manageable self tomorrow.
I’ve taken a large dose of THC. The kids are at their dads. So I’m just going to lay in bed and dream, probably masturbate.
Me, myself and I are pretty good company. It’s a gorgeous day out. I don’t want to think about the turmoil in the world. I don’t want to worry about the future. I just want to feel good and daydream of beautiful possibilities.
No complaints. No anger. No fear. No regrets. Just taking in the expanse of it all. Letting peace sink in deep to the depths of my being. Feeling the rapture of universal love. Finding beauty in the cacophony of it all.
Letting it all be.
I’d love to be in nature right now, but this isn’t bad. This is not bad at all.