I am finally, I think, coming out of the brain fog that pervaded Q4 2024 - Q1 2025.
That's the good news. Here's the bad news. Much as the sun burns off literal fog, my metaphorical fog has been burned off with my newest emotion: white-hot fury. You know the kind. Where I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it any more.
The good news about that bad news, I think, is that I recognize the pattern. It happened a decade ago, on a longer timeline, after my father died.
So I know that it's reactionary, and I know that it's temporary, and most of all, I know to be aware of how I am feeling and address it in the moment.
And also, I know it's OK to be angry. It's not OK to take it out on the undeserving. Now, the deserving... probably need to chickity-check themselves before they rickety-wreck themselves.
Speaking of chicks, even if we weren't, we are now - Easter is this weekend. My husband doesn't know it, but I've put together a sweet little Easter basket for him. It's candy, a few little odds and ends. I also got the dog a new toy and a can of Spring Jangle for Dogs at Trader Joe's. It's basically treatlets covered in a yogurt based coating to look festive. I also put together a small basket for me. Because I can, and because I did.
When he was at his last job, I used to send in cakes for Easter. Coconut, decorated garishly for Easter, and occasionally for the shows they made (automotive DIY).
Each year was a little different. I loved making those cakes. Maybe again next year, for his new co-workers. It's a little early for him with his new gig.
Anyway. I will take my fury out on something other than cakes, or people I love. Maybe I'll go do a little retail therapy this weekend. I could probably use some shorts or something...right?
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