Journal entry by Joanne Negstad — Aug 19, 2018
Sitting at a wonderful outdoor worship service led by a blues band this morning I had a panic attack. This attack was triggered by the changing season...losing daylight, fall coming, followed by winter...and Christmas! Yes, Christmas, what do I do about Christmas? Do I decorate? Why? Why not? Can I bear decorating alone? Yes, yes, I know...it's only August, but mind games............
So I came home feeling blue. Knowing what I know about emotions I decided a good walk was in order. Mid-eighties? For me, perfect weather, so off we went, Trygve and I, for about an hour's walk. That helped a bit, but it was still mid-afternoon with the rest of the day ahead of me and I was still in a bit of a funk. Walking down to Runyon's, a place near here with a great roast beef sandwich who always give Trygve a piece of bacon when we sit at a sidewalk table, was an option. This option would allow me to continue feeling sorry for myself.
Then, I remembered, the announcement at church about the church picnic this afternoon. Never have I had any interest in going to the church picnic but the choice was clear...stay on the pity pot alone or take action. Church picnic it was, and I reasoned, it's a picnic they can't refuse a dog, so off Trygve and I went, and the dog people were delighted to see Trygve. Anyone delighted to see me? I don't know, but it was exactly what I needed to get over feeling sorry for myself. Such good people.
Oh yes, I have a plan about Christmas, but more about that later.
Blessings,
al
So I came home feeling blue. Knowing what I know about emotions I decided a good walk was in order. Mid-eighties? For me, perfect weather, so off we went, Trygve and I, for about an hour's walk. That helped a bit, but it was still mid-afternoon with the rest of the day ahead of me and I was still in a bit of a funk. Walking down to Runyon's, a place near here with a great roast beef sandwich who always give Trygve a piece of bacon when we sit at a sidewalk table, was an option. This option would allow me to continue feeling sorry for myself.
Then, I remembered, the announcement at church about the church picnic this afternoon. Never have I had any interest in going to the church picnic but the choice was clear...stay on the pity pot alone or take action. Church picnic it was, and I reasoned, it's a picnic they can't refuse a dog, so off Trygve and I went, and the dog people were delighted to see Trygve. Anyone delighted to see me? I don't know, but it was exactly what I needed to get over feeling sorry for myself. Such good people.
Oh yes, I have a plan about Christmas, but more about that later.
Blessings,
al
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