Is there a pattern here?

by tamarjacobson

I had a good day at work yesterday. The sun was shining, cool breeze in the air for my drive in. Successful meeting and I got things done! As I drove home I felt pleased. Satisfied. I achieved something. Nothing huge. But something. I am learning the ropes. Finding my way. And there is support for me to do just that. Last Tuesday similar doings. The first part of yesterday’s completion.

Last Wednesday I awoke from a fitful, turbulent sleep with a violent migraine. As the day progressed I felt worse and worse about myself. Even feelings like "What’s it all about?" haunted me during the day as I tried to do what needed to be done.

This Wednesday? You guessed it! I awoke from a fitful, turbulent sleep with a violent migraine. As the day progressed I felt worse and worse about myself. Even feelings like "What’s it all about?" haunted me during the day as I tried to do what needed to be done.

And so, as T. was leaving for work with the world’s greatest fruit shake made by yours most truly, I stopped him at the door.

"Is there a pattern here?" I asked as I explained that lately when I have a good day – the next one is a pure downer, physically and emotionally. Rhetorical question I guess because he smiled and smiled.

I waved him off to his car, came inside slowly and closed the door behind me. Reaching for my blog there’s a smile on my face.

Funny how breaking a pattern sometimes comes from just speaking it out loud.

Well, for today at least …