Paralysis gets you nowhere

As I’ve channeled my energy towards acceptance and openness since this weekend instead of the boots on the ground I expected when I started this week, I’ve found myself in some sort of somber mood that is something short of paralysis. I don’t know what to act on, so I’ve become motionless, still, and sort of calm.

Today though, I began my day in a heated argument on the bayou and ended the night with a note left on my car calling me an ASSHOLE – I sort of shrugged it all off as if I was on some mood altering drug.

And I’m not.

I started meditating again and I have become passive. It’s sort of where I am and it’s fine. It’s calming, it’s different, and it’s like being a zombie only different.

We’ll see how long this lasts. My friend who called on Monday told me that not getting out of my pajamas after noon was a sure sign of depression and I said, I actually feel quite good.

Paralysis gets you nowhere, but maybe nowhere is where you want to be.

2 Responses to “Paralysis gets you nowhere”

  1. Mudd Says:

    Yay for pyjamas — next best thing to being naked.

    And that last sentence… can I quote you? Because it’s brilliant! It’s also how I feel.

    O how I love you!

    Mudd
    xoxo

  2. Rachel Says:

    OMG Mudd is all I have to say – if I knew yesterday, what I know today, I’d have been brilliant back then. Love, R

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