Today was a beautiful day, outside my house and inside my head. I have
been trying to spend a big part of each day in reality, the physical
world where you clean stuff and hug your dogs and sit outside under the
trees and possibly talk to another person, be present for other people,
rather than walking the labyrinth inside my head and on my computer
screen all day and all night.
It
feels good, I feel alive, and I'm relearning how to read. I thought I'd
lost for good the ability to concentrate, because of meds, because of my
bipolar brain, because of age, but actually it's still there. If I put
down the Internet and open a book of printed paper instead of being held
hostage and bombarded with 15 second flashes of "information" for hours
and hours every day - I can still read!
I'm alive in the world and I
can read; that is most of happiness for me.
And now I'm going to
walk my dogs and feel the moonlight.on my skin. Then I'll read in bed
with a fan turning over my head, and another day will come tomorrow.
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