Feeling wanderlust and the need to travel and drive away, anywhere near. The weather is too nice to be indoors as I watch my piles increase in length, width and breadth. I decided to cut back my medication a bit and ob serve how I'm feeling. Life on Celexa is like a 4 x 4 garden with 3 inch floors covered by a pane of glass. Without Celexa, it's 4 foot high, brilliantly colored, oddly shaped creations.
Oh, I wanna art so bad yet I have 3 separate projects that require my attentions, that and the perfunctory phone calls and forms to fill out.
I've started riding a bike and made it once around the loop, no less! Specific leg muscles doth protest thus I take my turning wheels slowly and for meager bits of time. My speed and duration will surely increase albeit a snails pace, it be.
Hunger seems more regulated as does sleep.
My writing project is going along very well. Funny, I noted I get the same pangs of insecurity and "don't foul this up" when I go to write, same as when I start an art project. Oh, my heads swimming with art ideas but I must resort to cleaning my room and my aforementioned timely jobs primo.
I smile more these days.
Therapy con
Less TV and more outside these days. I'm looking at taking up fishing again. I spent many good days just floating on the water or standing upon a shore and casting lines. I miss it, that certain peacefulness. Hopeful very soon. Yay!
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