bloodteethandflame

A life in threes

Category: anxiety

Zero at the bone

This morning

At 5 AM.

I was lying in bed,

inwardly debating if I should get up to go to the toilet

( as it so often happens roughly around this time each day)

or if I should just go back to sleep for another half hour

( because it didn’t feel like I had to go that badly.)

The house was dark and quiet, with no one else awake

( but me, and only partially so )

When suddenly

Alexa*

Blurts out:

Oh, hello! So glad to have you here!

At volume 8.

Entirely unprompted.

.

.

.

You’d best believe that I was lying there, chest pounding, and * fully awake*  wondering what in the hell could have brought THAT on

Only to see the green glow of the device lighting up AGAIN

Hello! So glad to have you here!

And I seriously thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest.

Damned creepy technology…

*shudder*

~~~

I have read so many horror stories of voice assistant tech going off unprompted at the strangest times – and yet, this is the first time that it has happened to me.

😱

*catches breath*

*unplugs all smart devices*

_______

*(that ubiquitous voice assistant technology that I begrudgingly refer to as ‘the faceless woman’ )

Month for Loki: Four

So, usually on this day, I would have some sort of celebration.

A special meal, with barbecued meat, and several homemade sides, maybe even a special dessert.

And then, there’d be fireworks.

But not today.

Today I am anxious. Overthinking. Despairing of the future.

And this reminder came across my feed.

Perhaps I’d been an anxious overthinker around this time or during some other day in July…

But here is this poem, subtitled ‘breathe, said the wind’:

This definitely gives me some food for thought today.

Courage

Today is November 5th.

Which happens to be Election Day in the United States this year.

Of course, I had some other things to say, but honestly?

I’m more than a little concerned, mostly because of the possibilities of the election.

Maybe I should be like my husband says, and not worry ’bout a thing

but as a woman in America

I do

and

I am.

But here’s this poem that came across my feed:

C O U R A G E

I hope you speak up
For yourself and for all
For those who feel worthless
And unheard and small
For the lost and the lonely
The ones with no voice
For those who fall silent
And those with no choice
For the last and the little
The unseen and unheard
The pushed out and hidden
Who don’t speak a word
The beaten and broken
The defeated and done

I hope you use your voice
When they feel they have none
I hope you speak up
Even if you’re afraid
And you may never know
Of the difference you made
Speak for women before you
The burnt and the brave
For those still to come
And ones we could not save.

~Laura Ding-Edwards

I am trying to remain hopeful.

Maybe you are too.

And if you haven’t already, I hope that you vote today.

That is all.

Worried.

Interview question….


Yes, I am a hard worker who happens to make almost everything harder than it has to be.

And that unfortunate bit of personal truth functions in me much to the dismay of damned near everyone.

Month for Loki, Day 14: Lightly

Sometimes, the words will come to me; the words that I need to read, to hear, are found.

These words are not meant for me, but when I stumble upon them, they resonate with me anyway.

Oh yes, that is me – ‘so preposterously serious (these) days’ – and so….

See? I tell you…these words are subtle reminders; good advice for folks like me who allow themselves to drown in their emotions far too often.

~~~

Hail Loki ❤

*scene missing*

Hey, how are you all doing?

I realized that I haven’t really written an actual post in quite a while, though it’s not for lack of material.

Often, when I am planning to write about certain topics, my brain will inadvertently begin constructing these wonderfully succinct, perfectly worded posts upon those topics – usually while I’m doing something else (like doing the dishes, walking my dogs, or at worst, trying to sleep).

But the funny thing is, when when I sit down to write out those thoughts, I can’t think of what it was that I intended to say. My vocabulary just disappears!  All of those effortless turns of phrase will suddenly feel out of reach, and I often feel like the moment is damned near lost as I wrack my brain trying to recapture whatever it was.

So, in that sense, my brain is filled with these half-formed drafts of well-thought-out posts:

 

So I’ve been taking this biweekly class on divination and mediumship.

Recently, when I was looking over the weekly ‘homework,’ I notice that the instructor will often reference information from the ‘class page’ or the ‘website’ and I realized

much to my dismay!

that I don’t know what he means.

So I went looking on the Internet for the information, only I could not find anything resembling a ‘class page’ or a ‘class website’, except the initial class registration page, and his FB page (which seemed to be simply a mirror site of that registration page.)

So then I sent him an email, asking specifically what he was referring to when he mentioned ‘as you may have  seen on the website’ or ‘as was discussed on the class page…’

And, as he seems to live on the West Coast, I didn’t expect to hear from him a few hours.

Instead, I got to thinking about this anxiety that I’ve been having, not just regarding this class, but concerning my overall approach to my devotional practice lately. And, as I went about my morning tasks, I began to overthink, trying to pinpoint the root of my anxiety.

It occurred to me that I might have a fear of missing out.

Or perhaps my  anxiety is rooted in the fear that others have access to something that I don’t seem to have access to, as represented by this class page/website that the instructor seems to reference.

And as a result, I am left feeling stuck. Feeling that I must be doing something wrong…that there must be a disconnect somewhere.

And suddenly I was struck with a thought: what if the reason that I cannot find this page that the instructor references is simply because there isn’t one?

What if the root of my fear – and therefore my anxiety – is that I am chasing after the lack of access to something that I’ve only imagined?

What if, indeed?

~~~

Well I still haven’t heard from him.

Perhaps I have answered my own question.