Wreckage

Sometimes I feel like a wreck. Tired and sluggish, inert and broken, and why did I just eat that glazed donut and that chocolate-chip cookie anyway? At one point this afternoon, as the fan whirred in the bedroom, a thought flashed clearly to me, as clearly as a red light on a dark road: I am like a wreck on the side of the highway, a car that swerved off course, fell into a ditch. I am in a dangerous place. Falling apart, lost, behaving destructively. I am careening off life's path. I have to take care of myself.

But now, five and a half hours later, I see that I am not a wreck--and that I can pull myself out of that scary spot.  

Good night.

TCOY

1. Boot camp in the park. Steps and stations. Fun.
2. Got some lovely new bubble bath.
3. Made roast chicken and carrots for dinner.
4. Walked Sug with Anne and her dog, Kelly, on 1.5-mile loop around Brookdale Park. It was good to catch up and talk.
5. Supportive phone call. Someone wise recently told me that "When you share something painful with someone else, you halve it."