I really am feeling a huge chunk better.
Truly, the unloading of the heavy heart is so therapeutic. I still feel under-fit. I'm tired, a bit odd and shaky at times, and slightly battered. But my overwhelmed malaise of last week has passed for now. Connection - with Keith, with family and with friends, has been a Wiggles Band-Aid to my soul. .No matter how crap I'm feeling, if I can rally my sense of humour, I can handle it. When I spiral to the sad and negative, I withdraw. I feel disconnected with those around me. I lose my mojo.
Gastro will do that to a gal. And also the existential adjusting to the new shape of my life. I came across this Anatole France quote this week: "All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.” Food for thought.
This weekend has been a recuperative festival of sunshine, local fairs, family dance parties, laundry and sleep-ins. The pic here shows Ivy, Ted and Ivy's beloved friend Ava kicking back on the grass at the Otford Fair. Tomorrow I have some more tests to establish just what's up with my quirky thyroid. Wish me luck.
Thank you again, each and every cracking one of you.