It’s summertime, my favorite season. Starbucks has S’mores fraps and the fruit tastes amazingly like fruit. Out with the heavy fleece clothing and in with the new tee-shirts. So why am I feeling like I was hit by a truck and totally devoid of energy.
I’ll blame the weather. Everyone blames the weather. (Rainy dreary week here with insane humidity) It’s an easy target and performs so poorly much of the time. Some people blame their parents or something that happened but that’s not the reason either.
Sometimes you just feel like crap. You can’t put your finger on it but it’s there. It’s inside. You can have the same set of circumstances at another time and be on top of the world.
There are things I can do (besides drugs). I can get extra mocha lattes or a margarita (at the proper time of day of course). Cuddle the cats. That works until I stop cuddling. Buy shoes. I always did retail therapy when I worked but the joy in that is fading. No place to wear the new stuff. I wonder what the other grocery shoppers would think if I shopped in a prom gown with shoes that are teetering! (A fallen old lady in inappropriate clothes never looks good!)
This time I went to the library and picked up a ridiculous book. I love Evanovich or Fluke for a good pick me up. It’s therapy. Cheap therapy.
Stephanie Plum makes me laugh out loud. Literally. She’s insane and inane and all the characters are too. Ranger makes my ovaries produce estrogen. That’s a miracle.
Fluke’s character makes me want to bake cookies. Sometimes I do and I’m always surprised at how peaceful and soothing baking is for me. I need people to eat it as the beloved husband does not eat desserts except for chocolate chip cookies.
I can re-read the books and get as much pleasure out of them. I giggle at all the same spots and when I finish, I feel a joy that only laughter can bring.
My last sure fire therapy is to visit a garden center. Cheaper (as long as I don’t buy anything) than a psychiatrist and as effective.
What do you do when your muse is on vacation in the Bahamas drinking umbrella drinks at the pool bar (and didn’t take you along!)? What makes you happy?