Finally. A moment alone.
Happy news: my bro suddenly received phone calls from two new students. He’s already met with one who happens to own and operate some rehearsal space near us. My bro was going to check it out before they met; now he’s got a personal invite and loads of interest. Wooohooo!! Things are looking up.
On the other hand, the crowd funding page I set up is just sitting there. I know what I have to do: go out on social sites, create pages, vlog and blog about it. Push. I just don’t have the oomph to do it at the moment.
Back to the gym. Using my bro’s appointments with his students to get me out of the house and exercising. Excellent. However, my back hurts this morning. Either I pulled it during my work-out (don’t think so) or I let it get stiff during sleep (more likely). Do not ask me why, but lately I’ve wanted to go to sleep half on my stomach, lying on my arm, my torso twisted into a weird position. I go to it every night, and every night I think how strange it is that my body feels so relaxed in such a contorted position. I let myself sleep that way the other night, and I think that’s what caused it. Which really sucks, because I still want to go to that position when I fall asleep.
Saw Dr T. He forgot we were going to try my appointment in Dutch; I didn’t. We went half and half: a combination I’m very comfortable with. Dutch until I hit something I can’t say, then English. Told him about the incident with my neighbours, and how upset I was. He pointed out that it sounded to him like I may have done exactly the right thing, and without my intervention things might have been much worse. He also assured me that it was okay to be triggered by it and totally natural that I may experience bad dreams after it. He suggested a dream diary if I continue to have unsettling dreams.
May or may not have Dutch lessons next week; don’t know yet. It’s holiday for kids, and many people in my lesson have children. I don’t know… The teachers don’t seem very committed. My old teachers would have said they’ll be there and anyone who wants to can come. I always went. These new teachers won’t hold class unless there’s enough people. There’s zero homework, no real work on grammar. While I find it beneficial to listen to native Dutch speakers just go off, I don’t know that listening to two people talk in Dutch for an hour and half once a week is going to do me any good. And, they’re not as tight as my previous teachers. I won’t even begin to correct their punctuation problems; way too many. Here it is coming up to the end of October and they have no agenda or game plan for our class. *sigh* I’m stalling out on learning.
Pain. Pain in my wrists, pain in my damned thumb. Every single day, I get a sensation of burning on my thumb. It’s in one place, and it burns like someone’s got a lit cigarette against it. Lasts up to 10 minutes at a time. My carpal tunnel doesn’t like the grip exercises I’ve been doing; every time I do them, I hurt by evening. Add into the mix my recent back pain, and I’m back on regular paracetamol. Again.
Current events… Have to admit, I’m worried. The usual thing is for very slow movement. Big wheels take time to turn. Lately, we’ve had large movements in very quick succession. That generally breeds dissent. Dissent breeds violence. Violence breeds conflict. It’s a domino effect, and the first dominoes have fallen. This time, I’m sitting right in the middle of the playing field. By choice, if I’m honest. I figure I’ll either live to see it through or not.
But, that’s life. You either live to see it through or not. Very tired of the age bashing I’m hearing bloody everywhere. Guess it’s always been there. Now it’s just MY turn to go thru it. I only got one thing to say about that: the only alternative to old age is death, so get the fuck off my back. I survived. Let’s see if you can do the same.
…Sorry; that’s just plain nasty. Heartfelt, but nasty.
Well, this morning was stuffed with long dissertations by my bro. Off he went, giving me very little time to say anything. I actually had to raise my palm to him to get him to shut up for a moment. He does that. I do my best to hang with it; I know he’s doing it because he’s set off and upset. But it ends up leaving me feeling frustrated by the end of it. And angry. And unheard.
So, like any human idiot, I pass that frustration off to the next person…
DAMN! When I put it that way, I wonder if I should erase that offensive paragraph. Shi-i-i-it… Yet, I don’t want to NOT speak my truth. Hell’s bells!
I really, really hate it when I become a microcosm of strife. I’m aware my ‘truth’ could be offensive, but not speaking up, not being honest, could be detrimental to me. Certainly, it feels detrimental to me…
When in doubt, shut up. Say nothing. Listen. Think.
Reflect.