Oh my. Has it really been over a month since I last posted? The whole of July feels like such a blur.
I can’t really elaborate about it (not my story to tell), but let’s just say I highly underestimated how much stuff my parents managed to store in that tiny one bedroom apartment. It took a lot of driving up and down (the apartment is 2,5 hours away from us), a lot of sorting and organizing and making hard decisions. I feel like I have hardly been alive these past weeks.
In theory I know how to handle stressful and tiring situations like that. For me, it’s key to eat right and to connect with nature daily (work in the garden, take a walk, sit underneath a tree, swim in the ocean etc.) . Add a bit of creativity (knitting, writing, blogging) to that and I should be fine. But I never do that.
I did just the opposite. I ate all the wrong things and I spent the time I had between all that work on the couch watching YouTube or reading books I wasn’t actually enjoying. It was so easy to convince myself that I “just needed” that, but no, I didn’t. As a result I gained a lot of weight, I suffer from insomnia and I’m extremely tired. I think I could have prevented that.
Anyway, what’s done is done. Maybe I’ll remember next time. And now that the apartment is listed for sale and we only have to go back their one more time to pick up a few things, I can focus on recovering.
To be honest, it’s really hard to pick up the pieces. Part of me just wants to stay right there, on the couch, numbing my mind with other people’s lives and food. But I don’t want to spend the rest of my life that way, so I am going to do better, one little step at a time.
I”m looking forward to get reacquainted with the woods… (pictures from before it all went hay way)
