This is a weird birthday for me. For the first time since I can remember, I didn’t stay up until midnight to ring in my birthday. I was tired and wanted to make sure I could get up today and celebrate.
Well, that plan failed. I couldn’t get myself roused until after 1pm. I wanted to get up earlier, but I could not get my body to cooperate. I had weird dreams too.
I’m also just feeling a bit out of sorts as well. I’m on a ton of meds right now and I’m not sure I have a full grasp on how they affect me. Also, I’ve got money worries which always weigh on me heavily. I finished The Alchemist by Paolo Coelho and I’m sad that I don’t know what my Personal Legend is. This isn’t exactly a new feeling, but reading the book really drove it home.
On top of that, I’m just feeling a little stuck, like I mentioned Wednesday. I think it’s probably depression, but knowing that doesn’t tell me how to get unstuck.
Also, I feel old now. I mean, I know I’m not old. But my body is falling apart. I take more meds than my grandparents. Mentally I feel pretty young and when I look at my friends, I don’t feel like they’re old either. There’s just this unsettling feeling that I can’t get rid of that makes me feel old. It’s depressing me.
Mostly I just feel like everything is swirling around me and I can’t control any of it. I know that’s not true, but that’s just how it feels. The mental image I have is of paper with clues and ideas are flying around my head and I’m trying to reach out to grab them so I have some idea of what is going on.
It’s just so UGH. Not really how I want to spend a birthday. But I suppose it’s inevitable. Birthdays are times of reflection. This is just a weird spot in my life. (One that seems to have lasted for quite some time.)
So yeah. That’s where I’m at. I’m hoping for clarity soon.