Happy Hour Chatter

I finished watching a series on Netflix early this am.  The ending left me empty and sad.  I became friends with the characters and involved in their lives.  They cried, I cried.  They laughed, so did I.  They loved, my heart did too. The show was written so intricately that it drew me in without realizing it from the very first episode.   Last night I said goodbye...and this morning I'm lost, lonely and reflective of the intensity of emotions I've felt and the thoughts running through my head.  Good thing I can visit them all again with a click of my remote. :)

Today the world lost an iconic musician,  Prince. I was introduced to his music by my college friend and roommate, Sherry Schmitt.  We'd play his album Controversy and jam out...dancing and laughing like there was no tomorrow.  He took Punk Funk in to the mainstream with him movie Purple Rain. I've seen the movie multiple times...and every time I see or hear something new in his music. I have his albums and his music loaded on my ipod.  You can bet I'll be listening to his music all weekend

It's been pretty dark and dreary the past 5 days.  We've gotten much needed rain so I'm sure the farmers are happy. It's not doing much for my mood though.  My medication is helping to keep things (anxiety, depression, sleep) on even footing -if you can call it that. I'd hate to think of how I'd be feeling without medication.  It's almost like a thought enters my head but it doesn't totally register in the feeling department.  Good? Bad?  I don't know.  I do know that I have a weird sense of disconnect. I'm working diligently to catch up on work from being gone for 2 days last week.  I'll be gone Friday and again next Monday and Tuesday. ..use it (vacation) or lose it scenario.  Friday is a bit of a pamper day with reflexology and nails.  I may try and head to Fargo to get my bike serviced so I can hit the trails confident in my bike.  I plan on doing a LOT of riding this summer. ..on and off road. There are a few yoga workshops in Bi...

This resonated with my gypsy soul today. I drove out to Medina to drop off boxes of books and to visit with my sister, Pat. I had the tunes cranked up and sunroof up.  I could have very easily kept driving. My gypsy soul wants to be free..to dream...to dance...to live. "She has the heart of a hippie, the soul of a gypsy, and the spirit of a warrior. It's how she lives, it's what's she does, it's all she's ever known. You see, she remembers the stars from which she came. She's dreamt of places she'd never been and times she's never lived. She transcends time, and space, and starlight, and lifetimes. And the stars, they flicker for her, and the galaxies, they spin for her, and the universe, it breathes through her. She is the compass, she is the magic, and she remembers why she's here. She dances with energy, feels with vibration, paints with light, floats between seconds, and travels with no map. She is the dream that dreams dream."

Some days I'm full of focus,  some days, not so much. Today is a "not so much" day.  The weather has been crappy and, although it's not the dead of winter , I want to hibernate under a mountain of blankets. One could easily surmise it's not the weather, but merely a lack of ambition due to the mounting tasks on the to do list.  Procrastination, perhaps? I have two houses in varying states of disarray.   I stress myself out, not knowing where to turn, what to do next and how it's all going to get done. (Worry...did I mention I suffer from Virgo-induced anxiety?) It'll get done; I know this.  But for today, let me have my dream about escaping reality and finding solace under that cozy pile of blankets.