Sometimes I feel old. Sometimes I feel young. Like the phoenix, maybe I am both. (Since “time does not exist”, I guess we are all any and every age.)
I honestly believe you are only as old as you feel and today I got a tragas piercing with my 20-year old cousin, Nikki. I have wanted one for ages, but someone told me I was too old for another piercing. It appears I am not 🙂 .
I am finally learning some things about myself – and how to deal with grief, and love. How to be turned on and switched off. I still desperately need sleep, but I am just going to deal with that when I get home. I might as well stay partially on SFO time now.
Getting in the bath, getting my hands wet and physically unable to touch my phone and/or computer is a good way for me to unwind. Museums work too. Seeing a film at the cinema would probably work, too. Yoga works. Running works. I thought I hated running, but I seem to have taken it up. Being physically exhausted, crying, walking in the cold night air, eating right before bed, a good whiskey. All of these things can help me unwind enough to sleep.
This week I discovered that my 6 year old niece gives a FANTASTIC shoulder massage. I had to strike a bargain with her to keep her going. She said her fingers get weak. I told her (evilly) practice makes them stronger and she should keep going. That got me another 10 seconds of a killer massage. We counted them: 1001… 1002….
Having someone brush my hair. I love that. Amie did it this week. That reminds me of Daphne Du Maurier’s Rebecca. I accidentally grew my hair long again, but I still never wear it down. I joke about the pre-Raphaelite paintings of “loose woman”. Maybe it isn’t funny. I married a man who asked me to take my hair out of “that stupid granny bun”. LOL. That was a long time ago. The bun is back! 🙂