Get busy living

I teared up yesterday at work because I finally said aloud "It's time to get back to living."

You don't have to be in pain

I have IT band syndrome and I have been walking around in pain for a few days now. Reverting to limping and not using my right leg properly.

Currently I am lying on the floor stretching my muscles out because why be in pain when you don't have to?

I am not trying to draw any correlations here.

If I were it would be that it is time to get busy living.

And do my physical therapy.

Confirmation

"A heart can be broken, but it will keep beating just the same." - Fanny Flagg, Fried Green Tomatoes

Busy

I'm still here. I've just been busy traveling for family stuff, professional development, volunteering, and preparing for my first public art display. I'm sharing the display with three other artists. Their talent far outstrips mine, but the worst that can happen is I don't sell any art. Most of my stuff will not be for sale for one reason or another. All my paintings are acrylic on small canvases.

I'll try to post a photo of my works in progress and also hanging things at the coffee shop.

Pro tip: Don't paint on canvas board unless you can afford to frame it or build your own frames.

My mantra

You're going have a long, good life.

Don't google losing weight from grief

You'll just get a lesson on depression.

People are commenting about my appearance. Apparently, I look like I am losing weight. I know I am. My little belly (that I hate) seems to be receding. I don't really have a lot of weight to lose. When I was weighed in December I think I was 116. If you are using one of those weight charts I should be about 125 but I generally hover around 118.

I was having blood pressure issues early in the process but that dropped back to normal a few months ago.

GriefShare talks about how people should go see their doctor after a loss. I've been putting it off.

I promised my grandma I would make an appointment with the doctor.

Sleeping

I'm having problems with sleeping and anxiety. I've only slept approximately eight hours in two days. A single anxious thought keeps me up for hours.

Last week I woke up in the middle of an anxiety attack.

I just need a good night's sleep.