Relaxation Anxiety

Pioneer testing for a project can be both happy and frustrating. I dutifully tried out one of my assignments which was to meditate and relax on the couch for ten minutes. What a failure I was at that. I told myself, "Let's get this over with." I checked the clock on the wall. Ten minutes. Not impossible.

I got cold. Had to cover myself with a blanket. Hector, the Wheaten Terrier, ran into the living room and started licking my ear. 

I kept looking at the wall clock, my mind racing with ideas for blogs and writing projects, my body not cooperating any more than my brain on this assignment. Creativity did not take the time off. I was supposed to listen to myself breathing and cut everything else out. Easier said than done.

I believe in the assignment. It's probably a great idea to recharge body and mind. Just another time. Another day. Maybe a day with less worries. But then again, maybe the time we really need a time-out is on difficult days. I really need to reprogram myself to not feel guilty for relaxing and recharging. I would probably cope better if I did.

Today's water color fairy has no problem sleeping, even though she has stolen someone's bed.

Unremembered Peace

Thanksgiving came and went. The Duck and Cherry slumbers peacefully this afternoon. The dishes (which took about three hours) are done, the last guests have left, and I am blissfully exhausted.

Hector is always thrilled when the grandchildren come, because when they sit in their high chairs and eat, they spill, mess, and intentionally drop food on the floor. I have worked hard to make him a good puppy, one who doesn't beg for food at the table, but it gets confusing to him every time these little munchkins seem to actually "feed" him goodies.

Hector is also very patient with them as they crawl into his sanctuary - cage - and his water is always full of floaties - or the water is put away altogether, because someone is always splashing their hands in the bowl. One little grandson has grown up with two small dogs and he in his Mowgli state actually kneels on the floor and tries to slurp up Hector's water from the bowl. Another one eats the dog food. Oh, well, they are all still healthy after a weekend at Mimmi and Bestefar's.

I found this quote on my Goodreads account this morning:


Whatever may be the tensions and the stresses of a particular day, there is always lurking close at hand the trailing beauty of forgotten joy or unremembered peace.
Howard Thurman

It's pretty much how I feel today. Another large family gathering with memories is boxed up in my mind and our home is back to normal. Whatever that is.

I am ready for Christmas to slowly approach now.