Quite good. Weather got nice recently so I'm toiling on the yard after nobody touched it in decades.
Same. Not decades, but a few years. I have been spending hours after work everyday (on the days when work actually ends) raking out beds and other plantings choking on last fall's leaves crushed together by record snow this winter. I'm hauling leaves, lopping branches, and dreading what to do about the invasive trees fucking with my woods.
Already did everything I could with the few power tools I have (well, a saw and a chainsaw) so now I roleplay a medieval peasant with a shovel trying to shape this place to my liking.
I like this medieval peasant role play idea. I wear flared elbow-length suede/leather work gloves for yardwork (I hate you, poison ivy) that, though pink, kind of work for the role. Maybe instead of chill house I'll find some lute-based Renaissance music for my airpods and see how it goes.
I haven't slept a single night uninterrupted by something or other since November 2021. Mama is fucking tired.
You have my sympathies. Pro tip: it gets easier once they're in college.
d'y'know those days?
like, the ones where you just wake up with no real thoughts besides some vague malaise in your brain and spend the rest of the day doing absolutely nothing save for maybe feeling sorry for yourself for 0 explicit or sensible reason?
today's one of those
Hate those. IME, those days are very often days when I'm dreading or fearing something and haven't quite realized it. I either give in to it or, increasingly, counter by forcing myself to do something - anything - productive, even if by productive I mean some hobby or an extremely minor task that improves my environment. The other week I spent an ungodly amount of time polishing silver (while watching Korean crime dramas); on the scale of urgency/priorities, it's close to the bottom, but it got me doing *something*, and the result was shiny stuff I no longer felt guilty for allowing to tarnish. And generally I also remind myself I'm "allowed" to experience malaise for no reason, rather than having to turn it into an endless, ruminating self-critique. Tl; dr: depending on how strong it is, roll with it or combat it - either is OK.
As for me, I'm doing quite well (yay). Underslept and lots to do but I'm moving through it, and am confident about some upcoming heavy lifts - they won't be easy or pleasant, but I will execute.
Current concern is boundaries with a colleague/acquaintance/ possible new friend who is a fucking swamp of despair and angst, and though I wouldn't mind a new friend, I
cannot will not sacrifice my own hard-won emotional resilience and boundaries to take on someone else's pain/problems (old habit). We are supposed to get together for brunch or something this weekend, and I think I need to set a hard stop time ahead of time and have somewhere to be. I've been consistent in indicating a limited tolerance and she will typically stop when I'm not taking up the role of Agony Aunt...I just want to make sure I'm solid enough in my boundaries to do the same in person as by phone. I'm OK to empathize, just honestly don't want to know every detail, nor do I want to "fix it," nor do I want my own past miasma of despair to come back in living color and affect my good space.