October 24, 2025 My Coping Mechanism Needs To Be Fixed

It's Friday. Two Grands were sent off to school after breakfast and showers. The big kid at home was up and out, as well. My daughter is way out of town, working 12 hour shifts for her preceptorship toward her nursing degree. The news was a typical representation of the discord in our country, and I broke the carafe to our coffeemaker, not in protest, it was an accident with my granite sink.

I'd become used to sleeping all night long until recently. I enjoyed not experiencing panic and anxiety, or those horrible feelings of being unsettled. I know my friends will understand when I'm not engaging as much in social media. Instead of just a step back, I'm clear out in another room. At least for now.

I decided I needed to dust off my coping mechanism, make an adjustment or two, before I end up causing some real negative impact on my well-being. 

I relish my morning routine, that won't change as the peace I get is worth being a bit selfish about that time. What I did do differently today was, after a shower, I actually spent time on my hair, instead of the "relying on air drying because who cares" look that really isn't flattering, just easy. No leggings, rather a decent pair of jeans. No tee-shirt, rather a soft cotton sweater. The real zinger is I donned a pair of pretty shoes, new heals that had not yet been worn, telling myself that they needed to be "broken in", anything that could justify clicking around in them while doing laundry. Funny thing, Randy didn't even blink when he saw them.

So, there you go. I'm leaving the shoes on until I'm darned good and ready to put them back in their box. For the record, I do feel better. ☘

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