Thanks so much, tt - "personal rituals" is a better way for me to think about things like this than trying to suss out something that fits me, from the plethora of recommendations and advice out there. And it has an aura of self-caring about it that I need, versus the "its for your own good" aura of no-excuses, no-exceptions, "you'll do this because I said so" regimen. I'm thinking about journalling again, too. Whether it's the bug that laid me low, or the current hubs confusion-consternation, or SAD or whatever... I'm "going through" something I don't quite understand... and it isn't easy to pin down, either. I'd register pretty high on a scale of depression, I guess. But it's temporary.
Re: chicken vs red meat - I eat way more red meat (lean) than chicken because chicken gives me such intestinal distress. And with all the back/forth on what foods are good to eat or not... I figure it won't be long before chicken goes on the bad list. A diet to me, is lots of whole grain & veggies... even meatless meals. Not ready to tackle that yet with my meat & potatos & two sides & dessert hubs... he SAYS he will eat more variety and veggies... until I serve it, that is. Maybe I'll pull out my Alice Waters cookbook to read; I'm a big fan of simple, fresh food and not cooking the "good" out of it.
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I understand, really I do. That's why I leaped at what seemed a 1x opportunity. It's more challenging that I anticipated... re-inventing myself and what my life is and consists of... after 50. It's the quieter times that are the hardest.
Star... I need to explain better; lately I haven't been making sense to myself so it's no wonder I'm not communicating what I want to say. The habits I have... are the ones that were imposed on me - by obligations of school/work, back through to the original dealing with, reacting to, & surviving my FOO. Those habits - like breakfast and morning routine - are SO entrenched in that emotional cesspool that every foray I've made to try something different, has failed... to the point where I regularly just say F it... and don't even think about trying or wanting to change anything. And the cycle just rolls around.... I want to change things now, again.
There is some "flushing" happening with ole emotional cesspool lately... along with some rather volatile & ouchy over-sensitivity to things in the here & now... and some new ideas I've been digesting... and some "seeing my way clear" to proceed. So, where I am now... I'm seeing those "Mama never told me" things more clearly. Morning routines, in particular are something I never had a chance to design for myself... because back then, I was "doing" for everyone else, holding down responsibilities for my bro & at school... and any "need" I had - well, it had to wait or didn't exist. There was never coffee in our house, after my Dad was gone - so I smoked instead for the instant, brain-waking rush of nicotine. I needed the rush - because like tt, it took me forever to wake up. Only in my case: I didn't sleep well because of anxiety & hypervigilance & nightmares. I don't have many sleep issues anymore... so why do I need stimulants (in mass quantities) to wake up?
I'm not up to the list-item, where I decide "what I'm gonna do in retirement" yet. Part of me says I'd better have fun & learn to play while I can... another part of me, wants to throw myself into the maw of being of use, practical use to others; some sort of hands-on personal service... and there is one part of me, that would like to try on H.L. Mencken's shoes... be a published curmudgeon... and tell everyone a.) what I think is wrong and b.) how to fix it without being politically correct, mind you. LOL... like THAT'LL happen...