I hung a bath mat over a railing.
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I also wrote 60-gazillion words into this blog and deleted them all. Then I turned on the electric blanket and went to bed at 7:30 pm.
It’s now 7:32 pm.
Everything is stupid.
The end.
I hung a bath mat over a railing.
.
.
.
.
I also wrote 60-gazillion words into this blog and deleted them all. Then I turned on the electric blanket and went to bed at 7:30 pm.
It’s now 7:32 pm.
Everything is stupid.
The end.
you feeling ok ?
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Just in a funk. You?
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Me ? Feeling a hell of a lot better than I have been feeling. Normal Temp day 3 for me means I am finally out of self Quarantine 😀
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That’s awesome. Hope you can continue that trend. 🙂
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Yeah me too, just wish the cough (which isn’t constant or anything just annoyingly hanging on) would also go away like the fever, the weakness, the loss of appetite for the most part i am healthy although I was told i am not considered virus free till the damn clingy cough is gone
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I understand what it’s like to delete the writing. Sometimes writing fulfills the mission of expressing ideas, disgust, and fear. Once they are written, they are already out of our thinking, therefore they fulfilled their mission, freeing us from thoughts and emotions that weigh too much at that time. Then it’s lawful to tap the delete button and everything’s fine.
I deleted a three-year blog of writing when the time came that I had no more good things to write because life brought me only harmful situations. The bad weather passed and then I started putting my fingers back on the keyboard. Writing and reading are therapeutic, they have a healing effect. The delete button is also healthy at times.
Greeting.
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Love this post. Sometimes, no words are enough.
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Days can be like this. Tomorrow will hopefully be better.
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💗
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Everything IS stupid right now
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Sigh.
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I have days like that, too. Especially with the teenager.
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Yes. I didn’t sleep well the day after we had a thing…
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I actually agree with Michael. At least make it private, but don’t delete!
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Is this a form of support? Or bullying? Or the beginnings of the above mentioned intervention? 😉
Ok. 😊
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I’ll always have your back.
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Thank you. 😘
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Yeah….I know…
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This is your last warning before I start recruiting fellow writers for a full intervention: Please Stop Deleting Things You Write. Tough Love. It hurts to read this. Everything has value. Even crap is better than nothing. Don’t you dare say, “Cathartic.” Kindly cease from tormenting yourself. And, get off the chocolates. Happy Easter, too. 😊🙏🐣
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Michael I was whining and blaming. It wasn’t catharsis. It was anger and ugly. And I didn’t have any chocolate yesterday at all.
But thank you for reaching out. ❤
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Still … save, save, save … I know there’s gems hidden in there … massage it into something greater, positive. Let the world in on your secrets. Anger is only bad when it turns to hate, otherwise it’s just an easy and available conduit to being pissed off at ourselves. Ugly? I take back what I said about chocolates. Maybe it’ll help. 😊
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And may be listen to your favourite music for some time. 🙂
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Thank you. Great tip. Music has soothing properties…
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Indeed! If you have a playlist saved, it can work very well!
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Taking a deep breath can go a long way, then release it calmly
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Thank you. Practicing now… 🙂
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