Day 7 – Brain Dump!

TODAY’S NUDGE: Dump Your Mental & Emotional Purse all over the table that is your blog. Don’t sort it. Don’t apologize for any of it. Just take an inventory, in list form, and let the old tissues & twenty year old mints fall where they may.

 

I shit you not, I went to bed last night thinking I need to make a brain dump post.  I got all this crap floating in my head, it’s making me feel foggy and jumbled.  Like I can’t form coherent sentences.  Then I get up this morning, sit down with my coffee, open up my email and BAM!  what’s Effy got.  This, a Purse Dump prompt!  So now, to form words for a post.  It’s a little like Harry Potter when he was trying to catch that key in that scene from Socerer’s Stone.

Okay, then.  Let’s dump, shall we?

• Boundaries: Why do people think that is okay not to respect them?  That saying this is my boundary line, I don’t like this or what have you, and they act all Challenge Accepted and push the envelope until you want to scream and pull your hair out, or you just give up on doing that thing you were trying to do or working on.
• I fall on and off the creativity wagon way too much. The guilt it brings me, UGH! The lovely Chris Zydel had a really good Facebook post about that today.
• I am worried about friends and family that are in Irma’s potential path.
• I’ve been procrastinating on working more on my Rise Above butterfly painting. (see item 1)
• I’m frustrated at being stuck in the house.  The air quality is in the Red Zone, has been for days.  Some areas are Purple which is hazardous.  Going outside on the porch is hard to breathe.  My room smells like we have a campfire going in it.  It’s getting so bad am actually considering using my Beloved’s inhaler.  (I don’t do inhalers!  They freak me out.  I actually go into a panic attack if I need to use it.) He’s using it at least 4 times a day minimum!
• We’re all stressed on if we’ll have to move or not.  His parents are attempting to buy the house we all live in.  If things go wonky, and we don’t get it, we have no idea where we will move to and it will not be good for his Granny.  She’s 96 going on 97 and has dementia with good days and bad.  She has some memory problems, but she knows who we all are and that sort of thing.   Her doctor called it White Line Dementia. He, my Beloved, is her caregiver.  If we were to have to move, we don’t believe it will go well for her mentally.  So we are hoping with all we got that things go smoothly and we get to stay here.
• I’m excited for the Fall TV season to start.  I need to know what happens on Chicago Fire, who survives!  And Droughtlander is almost over, 3 more days until Outlander begins again.  I miss Game of Thrones already, it’s going to be a LOOOOOONG wait!

There’s more, I’m sure of it.  But these are the thoughts that I could put together.  I know there are still some things and lint balls stuck in the corner of my bag. Having this foggy brain nonsense is frustrating.  Not being able focus is the pits!