a couple weeks ago. Instead, I just stayed home and vegetated.
I actually had to give myself permission to just. do. nothing.
To even turn off the computer, get into bed and do nothing.
I didn't meditate. I didn't visualize. I didn't nap. I don't think I even thought about much of anything. I just laid in bed for a couple hours for several days running and stared at the ceiling, or closed my eyes and stared at my inner eyelids.
And then I was straightening up and found an ad for part time at the job I had while I was in school, so I called their HR. And spent 2 more days after that doing nothing other than what absolutely needed to be done. A couple old memories kept surfacing with a common theme. I think it was the last of a particular wound dissolving. There is no longer any emotional charge with the memories, so they finally may fade and totally disappear.
And then I got the job...I start Monday after Thanksgiving. I'm getting ready now with a couple chores each day. Picking up supplies, cooking batches and freezing them so I'll have meals ready to heat n'eat with minimal fuss. Get everybodies' monthly toe trim done: birds, dogs, horse.
I hope to spend a couple more afternoons this week laying down and doing nothing. Then I'll end up working 9 days in a row (bleah!), get 1 day off and settle into a routine 5-day work week for 6-8 weeks, and then do this job 3 weekday evenings, and continue per diem at the hospital on weekends only.
Sometimes we just need to create space in our lives to allow shifts to happen.