John Legend sang an old song last night in front of the Lincoln Memorial and damn, it fit my mood.
Birds flying high, you know how I feel
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Breeze driftin’ on by, you know how I feel,
It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life for me, yeah It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life for me, ooh
And I’m feeling good
I’ve been pretty down since Christmas. I haven’t been sleeping well and my back has been killing me. And I must admit, the Orange Shitgibbon has gotten me down. That terrorist attack on the Capital was the last straw for my psyche. I wanted to post something but I was so hurt, so disgusted, and just so wounded that I couldn’t do it.
Yesterday, the cloud lifted. Today I feel like I’m in my 40s.
I still woke up in the middle of the night, which usually means two hours of tossing and turning. But I got back to sleep far sooner than that – maybe 45 minutes. That’s progress. I used to get splitting headaches on Friday evenings after coming off a stressful work week. Guess what I had this morning. So I laid on the bed, listening to ambient music and eventually dozing off a bit. I woke with a clear head. I checked the news sites, emails, and social media. All my friends are happy as can be, some are even optimistic. The Twins even acquired a pitcher after months of inactivity.
My back feels pretty darn good. I thought, “this doesn’t feel like 63, more like 53”. I have been resolved to get going on several things and between Christmas and now, they haven’t gotten much traction. The tendinitis in my hands is being held at bay again, I played guitar for half an hour yesterday and I will again today. I had been struggling at the treadmill, straining to get even 30 minutes in. Yesterday I put some Springsteen into my headphones and went 40 minutes. I had some blocks on what I was writing and new possibilities in the plot are now over-running the dam. I might even get back to cleaning up the basement. The need to pop chocolate into my mouth every hour on the hour isn’t tapping its insistence today.
Yeah, I’m feeling good.
So thank you, Joe and Kamala. You’ve made me believe again.