The Weight of Everything

The title implies a heaviness descending over me. And, I’m not going to lie, the news has not been terrific lately. So, on a frigid day, like today, I like to turn on the fire, cozy up on the couch, with the computer in my lap (which I completely recognize is why I always have neck pain), and try to write. Creativity is my outlet. In a lot of ways, it feels the same as going outside and engaging in a primal scream. Or screaming into my pillow. I like to scream. But I recognize that’s not always appropriate. So, taking an hour to write allows me to let my anxiety free and turn it into something valuable.

Then Floyd jumps into my lap, as I think he knows I’m seeking some mental soothing, and all is right with the world. He’s so soft, a little overweight, and pleasantly provides a weighted blanket, just when I need it. The problem is that he sits on me in such a way that I can’t type anymore. I’m in a catch-22 situation. The writing is helping so much! But Floyd’s affection is helping so much! I can’t have both at once without causing more neck strain (believe me, I’ve tried all sorts of contortions to keep him on my lap and continue to type; in fact, right now he is balance precariously on my left leg while I am twisted to my right and trying to type on the slope of my couch). Yes, I know there are easy solutions. Sit at a desk, move the cat, blah blah blah. I really want to work this out. I need both of these things for my mental health. I forgot to mention that my sweet old Lab is ALSO on the couch and snoring soothingly down by my feet. I shall lean into this and see if I can still get something done.

I guess this is my PSA for the day. Take care of yourselves. Enjoy time with the animals. Engage in something creative. These things really do help you reset!