This week, almost everything seems to function the way I want it to be.
My mood has changed for the better, and this time I hope that it will last long enough for me to regain most of my inner strength. Today, however, I feel somewhat tired, and therefore, I granted myself an extra afternoon nap. On top of the morning nap, well, it sometimes takes two rounds of naps for me to make the most of the day.
But the week has been outstanding, full of joy and laughter with my husband and some unique friends. We all belong to the old school where a word is a word, where we laugh and cry through life´s challenges together, and where we have each other´s back no matter what.
My old school week began with creative pursuits, and it ends with a weekend filled with writing and yet more creative projects.
This blog post, however, I dedicate to my husband and my friends. They are so dear to me that I, for once, have some difficulty finding the right words to show my gratitude for having them in my life.
Together, we are seven people, each so different from the others that it takes like-minded people to understand us fully. Four women and three men.
We have in common an old-school outlook on life in general, life experience stemming from years of hard personal work for better or worse, and the belief that speaking the truth is the essential tool to get through life without too many scars.
We also share the love of recycling and using our abilities to create with creativity for the love of creating something with our minds and hands.
Recently, my husband and I had to make a harsh decision and say no forever to a toxic relationship with people we no longer want to take part in our life.
But it resulted in something so much better, and it paved the way for a network worth both the time and the work for it.
We help each other through the everyday, we share our respective talents, and we genuinely like what we see and hear when we are together.
Concerning my writing adventure, it is a bit on hold this week. I prefer to work in mind alone right now, so that I have material enough for at least twenty to twenty-five pages. Therefore, I plan to write a lot this weekend.
And it might as well be during the night since my sleep pattern is crazy after a more extended period of depressive racing thoughts.
But I do get my sleep now, just not as much during the night.
It doesn´t matter that much, though, because I´m early retired and have the opportunity to sleep well through my mornings if that is what it takes to get enough sleep.
In the best mood for me, bipolar disorder is an advantage. Here, I find my creative muse; I feel that I accomplish something, and I want to stay forever in my preferred mood. I know it is not possible, but I always long for this whenever I´m on the depressive side.
My anxiety disorders stay calm and only hiss at me from their corners.
Nevertheless, I´m cautious not to overload my mind with too many projects at a time, and I ask my loved ones to remind me that I need more breaks than usual right now.
It feels like sitting in a rowboat without oars, and the worst part is when the boat rocks between moods.
But I keep up my hard work to learn as much as possible about my mental disorders to control them most effectively.
And after a couple of years with it, you learn to cope if you do your part and try your best every day.
My old school week began Monday with a morning coffee meeting at a new place to us. My husband helped our new friend with her garden and got some delicate plants in return.
Tuesday, it was time for another friend and me to continue the work piecing together miniature houses. Wednesday was full of therapy and a long phone call with my eighty-three-year-old father. Thursday, the energy ran low, but my friend and I enjoyed a walk in her garden instead.
Today, Friday, I pulled the whole day out of the calendar and retreated to get some needed sleep.
Until it was time again for my weekly blog post. And why not write about the people around me who make my days so much better now just by showing me love, respect, and honesty.
I don´t need to have many people in my life, but I need the right kind of people around me. The kind of people who you can trust, who are good-hearted, and who are genuinely interested in doing something enjoyable together.
And I have found such people. They are scarce in a world full of crazy people doing stupid things. They are hard to find because they don´t trust others that easily. And they are unbearable to lose because they occupy a big piece of my heart.
So, I take as much care of them as they take care of me.
Next week, I will create a beautiful witchcraft ritual for my husband and me. And after that, we will share a bonfire in the garden. It is high time to let go of what no longer serves us so that there is room for new adventures with our dear friends. We must also prepare for my father´s visit two weeks from today.
But there will be plenty of time to be creative and to write my novels.
My old school week became the return of the best possible version of me. But now I´m tired; therefore, I will wish you a blessed weekend, dear readers and followers.
And may the world find peace with itself sooner rather than later.
As we will it, so mote it be.
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