Taking steps

This week has so many people I know so worried about what the future holds (me included.) I wrote up a long essay, over on the Seeking site, on Wednesday, about self-care in difficult times, but I also wanted to write here about what I’m doing in specific, about the results of the 2016 election, and moving forward.

So here’s what I’m doing: Pausing. Getting my house in order. Volunteering. Donating. Collecting and sharing information.

What I’ve been up to

I got a very nice email from someone who liked my blog, and who noticed I hadn’t posted since last spring, hoping I was still all right. Which, yes! Just work is still eating most of my brains.

However, I thought it might be a good time to do a “What I’ve been up to” sort of round up, so here’s what I’ve been up to in July and August. (I went through and pulled numbers because I was sort of curious, and because I’ve been feeling like pieces of this are off balance from what I’d like them to be and data might help me make choices I liked better.)

I’m also hoping it might be a useful sort of view for people wondering what a random Pagan’s daily life looks like, in a manageable chunk.

An odd anniversary

Three years ago, effectively (technically November 30th, but it was the Monday after Thanksgiving), I woke up feeling just as lousy after 5 days off as before I started.

The next six months were hell. Two months to get a diagnosis. Two more before it even started to kick in. Two more before I could see the faint glimmerings of myself behind the cloud of cottonwool and exhaustion. My job did not renew my contract.

It turns out that was an excellent thing. It took a year of being unemployed to begin to recover. I job hunted throughout, but these days, I am so very grateful no one hired me before my current job. I had a year of being able to sleep in until I woke, of taking a 3 hour nap more afternoons than not – but still being able to get things done, at my own pace.

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Coping with the unexpected

Today, at the tail end of my work day, I had one of those moments that gets the adrenalin going, but where I had to stay calm. (I’d say it ended well, but while the library side of it was about as well-handled  as one can expect that kind of thing to be, I’m afraid that at least two people are worse off than they were this morning. Which is not so good.)

But a conversation with a friend by IM afterwards, where she asked me about how the Pagan-related skills helped, made me realise I had something useful to share about that. (This is what a friend of mine refers to as being a professionally-trained stunt priestess, which always makes me grin.)

So, three general tips, and then the list of things I keep on hand at home to help with this kind of thing.

Floating, not falling

Still working around to getting enough brain to do a substantial post (or more than that, really) but I’m slowly getting there. (And I have real plans to do one of the meaty posts this weekend.)

The thing I want to talk about right now, though is that I’ve been mulling over my inertia over getting a new solid personal practice going here, and why that is. Some of it has been situational (a stomach bug, wrenching my foot, so that anything that involved movement took longer), and then the cat doing the same thing to herself (different mechanism), so I’ve been worried about her. (She’s doing a lot better.)

But part of it – the part I keep coming back to – is the title of this post.

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