Whew
I woke up this morning feeling better than I have in weeks. Physically, a bit less “Doocey“, and I went to bed early.
I also didn’t really play any music or anything when I got home. It’s really nice sometimes to have quiet. It’s important, I think, to be able to be alone w/ your thoughts, w/out noisy distractions. As I get older, I treasure quiet more. Not that I still don’t love to “rawk out” often, too.
I’ve been thinking more about losing weight and getting in shape, not just for vanity, but to feel better. I feel I’m getting closer to being able to do it. But I’m scared of giving up on food being my crutch. It really is quite a psychological thing for me. Food comforts me, and the extra junk in my trunk keeps me safe from things I yearn for. No wonder I get grouchy! Such a contradiction!
Back to quiet - I would love to sometimes be more present at work. However, between the inane chattering of my co-workers and the crappy radio station the company pipes in through the tinny phones that my co-workers play too loudly, I feel I usually have to listen to my discman/radio.
Thoughts?
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