Lately I've been a rather model mental health patient. I figure it's either DO ALL THE THINGS or my children will end up visiting me in the looney bin. You know those children, right? The ones who jack up my running schedule? Alex is too old for the gym's childcare and there's no way on earth Genoa will go alone, so on the weekends I'm basically screwed.
But instead of losing my mind, I took the monkeys for a swim on Saturday afternoon and then we went rollerskating on Sunday. Neither activity was even close to the level of ass-kickery I get from running, but it was enough to stave off the crazies.
On Tuesday, I woke up and went straight to therapy. It was a long, LONG overdue session and I spilled my guts at a pace heretofore unheard of, even for me. The conclusion of said session? Apparently, I have no idea what I want. I'm completely overwhelmed by indecision. Seriously. This is a new, NEW problem for me. I'm a world class decision maker! I ALWAYS know what I want. But right now? I have no idea.
This indecision makes me feel like I'm floating in a sensory deprivation tank.
So I figure the only strategy available to me is to KEEP DOING ALL THE THINGS.
From therapy I went to have lunch with my kids and volunteer in their classrooms, which always warms the mommy cockles. Then I cut out early for a run, and despite the fact that I have a pretty rockin' snot fest going on up in here, I topped my previous three-mile record (33 minutes, bitches!) and kept going another half mile. This was less fun and more self-flagellation than it usually is. Which is saying a lot.
After my run, I worked a solid evening shift during which my clients completely cheered me up. Then I came home and made crispy pork tenderloin medallions with spicy peanut plum sauce, basmati rice and roasted beets for a bald man. Who then did things to my person that caused me to completely forget I even HAVE a brain.
So, let's see:
SWIMMING, ROLLERSKATING, THERAPY, RUNNING, MOMMY TIME, WORK TIME, COOKING, BONERATION.That's ALL THE THINGS, right? I still have no clue what to do with myself except keep going, so I guess that's what I'll do.