Relaxation.

Dozen Roses

  My regular readers know that I had traveled all day yesterday to Georgia. After reporting and taking pictures of the craziness of Interstate 81 South and tweeting about them, my phone died within a few hours after. Having your phone for only the first five hours of a twelve hour trip should have driven me insane. But alas, I am still alive and well. If anything, the world came to a grinding halt despite the seeming mobility that I was experiencing in the car. My sister even observed the great job I did staring out into space.
  What was I thinking about? Well, everything and nothing all at once. I have been thinking about what I have to do when I get back from Georgia. I thought about how much energy I would have to expend in the next two weeks and the lack of financial mobility for the short term.
  I read an article today about girls and women with ADD/HD. I know I am going to see a psychiatrist for a possible diagnosis of cyclothymia but as the tsunami of stress crashes along the cliffs of Dover, I am noticing a renewed sense of calm and, maybe... just maybe, a sense of peace. It could be a sense of coming to terms with the situation. However, I think I really know what I am doing. Recharging the batteries.
  I am also on the search for solutions and how to get from Point A to Point B. In the past, my goals were the same as whoever was around me. It was their goal. Am I gullible? No. I simply find it easier to concentrate on others rather than myself. If anything, it is codependency.
  And the list I posted yesterday morning? Well, all my goals consist of getting to that kind of happiness. I don't want perfection, that's boring. I want the self-satisfaction of solving my problems and having a great support system. The support system is building and I do feel the love.

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