Teaching myself how to dance in cowboy boots
It’s absurd how little they teach you in school
“The best use of imagination is creativity. The worst use of imagination is anxiety.” ~ Deep Chopra.
I’ve been knee deep in a bed rot. My new favorite term gleaned from the internet. My particular flavor is half cold recovery , half binged reality dating shows. Tiny sprinkles of doom scrolling and cat naps. A weighted blanket of depression and congestion. A freeze state. That I allow because my son has gone to see his dad and I have nothing but long hours to fill. Ofcourse I must rest to recover from this spring sickness everyone seems to be wading through. But I know it’s not just the sickness that ties me to my bed. The world has reached a level of decay that I find overwhelming to fathom most days. The complexity of how we’ve gotten here and the work of what next. Ride down with the ship or take a leap into the great reimagining? I feel I need an army to shoulder the weight of this work. And where does a solo mother find an army?Definitely not knee deep in a bed rot soothing with distraction.
Also to make matters of distraction