I’m exhausted. I will buck up shortly and head out to kickboxing for ladies only and sparring, then I shall crawl into bed and try to pass out.
I had the first date in many years last night and it was fun, chatting was easy, the film was good, nice evening all told. This morning I theoretically had a lie in for hypotherapy but the cats don’t seem to have had the memo, so I got up at 6:30 anyway, an hours lie in, not awesome.
Hypno was brilliant though and the wizard warned me I might be a little mellow over the next couple of days. He didn’t say once you get home and come down off the high you are going to feel like curling up into a tiny ball and sobbing or no apparent reason. He usually spots that one coming too but missed it today.
I felt spaced out and useless all day, but bright, happy, then I get home, breathe out and collapse in on myself. I’ll be fine, by the time i get to KB loud music and a little time will have fixed it, but right now, in this moment, I want to be somewhere else, someone else, to be really ok, not just kind of ok most of the time.
Perhaps I shouldn’t listen to country music when i’m in a post hypnotic mellow.