I can sometimes be a very wound person. I’ve had a few stresses and tensions that I seem to be stuck with. It’s not fun.
It’s difficult for the partners of someone like this to know what to do in these moments. Something happened recently that helped me. I wanted to share it, maybe it’ll help someone else.
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You’ve made it to the bathroom. That’s not the problem. You lean heavily against the door. Shaking. Holding the walls for support. Head pounding. Stomach tight.
And still, that’s not what worries you most. Through your swimming skull you realise; you’re playing body roulette.
Desperately waiting for the coin to fall. Heads or tails.
Can you guess correctly?
Can you guess in time?
And you think to yourself. What on earth did I eat?
I couldn’t find words of my own. So I tried someone else’s.
Thank you for everything x
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“None of the files on the disc work!”
The junior is learning much this week about glitches and hitches. Today’s one; dragging files onto a Mac blank disc only burns the shortcuts (alias) not the files. How many hours have been lost to this mayhem?!
Silly Apple, what were they thinking?
No choice but to get client to ship disc again. The learning curve may be steep.. But the deadline’s often steeper.
(Image Bernhard Witz)
One year I was obsessed. I wanted a reindeer. No ordinary reindeer. One of Santas own reindeer, and I had answers to every question my parents posed to change my mind..
“but Santa needs them to deliver all the toys”
That’s okay. He can just do our house very last.
“but Santa needs the reindeer”
Only for bringing the toys. They don’t do anything the rest of the year so I can mind the reindeer til he needs him.
“but the reindeer will get lonely”
I’ll keep him company.. Or Santa can leave two!
“but what’ll he eat?”
There’s a field by the river with carrots and a donkey. The donkey can be his friend! The poor thing is all alone. Santa would be happy his reindeer is keeping friends with a donkey. I should tell him that.
(and so I wandered off satisfied. Not sure how my parents felt about the whole thing but try as they might for weeks there was no budging me).
Christmas morning came and I dashed to the bedroom window, CONVINCED there’d be a reindeer in the yard.
Confused but not giving up yet I went to the sitting room.
There. Sitting in the middle of the floor was a red inflatable reindeer about 1 foot tall. It had a note from Santa apologising, saying he really needed his reindeer but left this one. I was thrilled and excitedly told my parents Santas deer were too busy but this was just for me.
I loved that little plastic deer and it’s still my most remembered treasured gift.
Refreshing the mailbox since dawn. Even though you know the race doesn’t run til nine. Still you refresh. Are we there yet? Are we there yet?
In a way it’s like christmas. The anticipation. The impatient wait. What’ll it be? Have you been a good girl?
Should I have added the priority? Get outlook on my side? It would exclaim on my behalf. Read me!
Nothing to do now.
Are we there yet?