Isn’t this a perfect day to have a cup of tea and curl up on the sofa with a book? I think so. In the picture is the last blanket that my mother crocheted for me and I treasure it. Anyway, it’s great to wrap up in it on the couch and read. So I took a break from my lounging and Facebook viewing, and Pinterest, to do some writing.
I recently got some news about the ex-husband, good news for him of course, but sad and somewhat depressing for me. I’m not going in to any details but I will say that once again I have to bounce back, “get over it”, and move forward. So how do I do this?
First, I always give myself permission to cry, get angry, or whatever emotion is welling up inside. I’ve found that holding it back causes my heart to swell, my head to hurt from holding back tears, and there is a hollow feeling in my belly. Not good. So I go with it. And get it all out so I can move past it. Of course, not indefinitely, but long enough that the pain begins to fade. I give myself permission to mourn. And then I work at putting it out of my mind.
Of course this isn’t easy but I take it one day at a time, and usually am able to diminish the effect over time. You see, my head knows that I’m better and happier now; it’s just my foolish heart that still dreams about old love. (Because we did have many good times.)
Anyway, forward I go. Another strategy that I’ve added is to be grateful every day, to stay positive, to laugh, and to stay busy. All of this helps. Time spent alone and brooding is not the way to get back to the “happy place” in my head.
I also have done some reading such as “The Law of Attraction”, “The Secret”, among others, and I try to be mindful of what I’m attracting to myself with my thoughts. Even if you don’t believe in this theory, I figure it can’t hurt.
The last and best thing that helps is talking to my son and playing with my grandson, who is very demanding about MeMa’s story telling. It’s hard to stay sad while he and I are hanging out in the bathroom while he sits on the toilet and I have to tell the story about the hippos lining up to go potty in the jungle, where there is only one toilet….don’t ask for more details, please! He loves for me to make up stories and sometimes the well is pretty dry! This little boy keeps me happy. He loves to come in my room and climb on my bed, will still occasionally fall asleep in my arms, and tells me regularly “that’s not fair MeMa!”, something I have thought many times about the ex’s latest escapade as well as some others.
Anyway, the pendulum is swinging back up; I’m getting over it, and life will be fine again soon.
So now, back to my snow watching, as it hasn’t stopped yet, Facebook and Pinterest, and reading my book. Hope your day is as good as mine!