Mental Entropy by Kris

After one reaches a certain age, we quit counting our age in terms of 13 1/2 or 5 and 3/4.  It seems easier to just note the number of decades we have been gracing the planet with our presence.  The once resilient, limber bodies that we had have now become a childhood favorite cereal motto - Snap, Crackle, and Pop. Even harder than coping with our personal aging woes, is the process of watching our parents age. Especially if the adult child has been away for a long time.  Intellectually we know that they age as we do. The earth spins around the sun adding another notch on the belt.  Visiting for a week here and there doesn't really give us the actual visceral knowledge of what it means to "get old". Having recently moved back in with my father has made this awareness a stark reality.  Although he is only 23 years older than I am, it seems a gaping chasm of time.  This lapse of time is much more difficult with a mother or father than a grandparent (they ...

Time has flown by since I had my "breakdown".   I did quit the job and have escaped the nest of pit vipers.  I don't think I've had time to miss it.  A week of packing, four and a half days of driving a 16 foot moving van trailering Barbie (the Malibu), a week of sort of unpacking, five days in Des Moines for Cassidy's rodeo and a roomie from the past and getting the house and yard ready for Matt's family. I've agreed with my healer (who channels my mother from the Other Side) to take 3-6 months for healing.  My focus has been reveling in the joy of not supervising people.  And trying not to feel useless as an unemployed, overweight and out of shape former ranch girl. Messages from so many people - "be gentle"; "do what makes you happy"; "don't be too rigid"; "be flexible"; "heal to store your energy for December"; "quit distracting yourself from learning who you are supposed to be by doing thi...

Observations from a Padded Cell.   (April 23, 2014-transferred from the Empress Star Blog) I should make a point of clarification.  These observations are not, in fact, coming from a padded cell.  They are merely written as part of my medical/mental treatment plan.   Since a mental and physical breakdown last week, I am taking two weeks off to be a part of a depression and anxiety group. And after that, I am asking for three additional weeks off.  After which, the plan is to submit my two weeks notice and return to South Dakota (with-ideally-a job offer from the State of South Dakota as an emergency management specialist....just putting that out to the universe.) Breakthrough moments today-         THE Chiropractor.  Amazingly brief and painful, but brought a certain level of blessed relief from my dislocated pelvis.  (Note to self-pay Brenda for the 1300 mile diagnosis). Two horrendous pops, a few grunt laden gr...