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NO DENYING

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It’s a cloudy damp morning. The ground is wet from rain overnight, the drops still clinging to the tomatoes and the rods of the trellis holding them up. As I speak, I hear the pitter patter of more rain. It’s a good day to relax with a cup of tea and read a few pages of The Good Earth. I have bread on the go but I can sip and read between stages. The process is quite flexible and forgiving. I can take time and make it work for me.

The burst of raindrops was short lived. The sun did not come out till now which is mid afternoon. I am writing in between raindrops, making bread, lunch and reading The Good Earth. The bread is cooling on racks. The loaves turned out superb. I am enjoying a slice, trying to improve my disposition. I’m experiencing a bit of a mood again today. I had a cuppa with .4ml of CBD oil again. I can’t tell if it helps but it’s certainly not hurting. I think the best thing is to let myself feel what I feel. Trying to quench what is perceived as ‘negative feelings’ is denying my authenticity, that I am not worthy.

Fresh bread out of the oven is so delicious. I can’t deny myself another slice. I’m starting to feel more mellow, loving and nourishing myself. I’m freed a bit from the circular thinking of being selfish and mean. I am just I am. No more. No less.

I AM

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A very cold start to the day. The door knob to the back door was frozen. It wouldn’t turn. Lucky we had electricity for the hairdryer to thaw it out. A few weeks ago, the lock was frozen. The key wouldn’t turn. Lucky the front door wasn’t that way, too. Sheba and I would be shit out of luck and be left in the cold after our walk. Oh yes, I forget. There’s the garage. It has an electric space heater. We have options.

I should not be so hard on myself for my moodiness. Nature can be a cruel mood leveler. I found out that I wasn’t the only one that skipped out on aerobics Friday. Only 4 people showed. I did showed up today as well as our instructor. What a gal! She just had carpal tunnel surgery this morning, too. That’s way beyond the call of dedication and duty. But it was good for me. I needed someone to pump me up. And just her presence can do it.

I wasn’t really quite with the program. I certainly was not on fire. But I moved and did worked up a sweat. I felt my lethargy changed. My mood moved up a notch. Then I sensed a feeling of empowerment flowing through my being. Somewhere in my brain, a speck of cognition got lit. I felt lighter. Some of the heaviness lifted. I can really move my body. I picked up my feet and threw my arms up in the air. I recognized my depression comes from feeling helplessn, a sense of powerlessness, of no control.

But I did not feel powerless in that moment. I was in charge. I was running, pumping my arms and breathing easy. I do have control. I have choices of how to be. I do not have to be weak and maudlin. Neither do I have to be bossy, mean or unkind. I do not have to be depressed or sad. I can choose. I am strong. I am invincible. I am woman.