It’s amazing to me how the brain works and how it affects the rest of the body, including the emotions. It’s been a bit of a wobbly week and that neighborhood didn’t feel right to me. I was lucky enough to make plans with a friend to meet for a glass of wine, and after spilling out tons of words and feelings and thoughts and “I know, right?” and a plate of perfectly seasoned and crispy sweet potato crinkle-cut fries, I was feeling a whole lot better about Things.
Yesterday we went fishing, and brought our cooler of sandwiches, fruit, pretzels, water, and seltzer, but I never took a bite: too seasick! I haven’t been seasick since I was eight years old, so this was quite the “whoa” neighborhood. Interestingly, there was no nausea and no chumming for the fishies; it was full-body trembling, dizzy, and an inability to stand (which is already challenging on a boat). So I ended up napping and all the food was brought home untasted. But as a sign of true love, Hubby made pancakes for dinner, half plain and half blueberry and it was the perfect “bring me back to the normal neighborhood” prescription.
This morning I met my breakfast buddy at our usual place, and had my bacon, tomato, and cheddar omelet with rye toast and many cups of hot tea. More spilling of words, more sharing and laughing and planning and commiserating and by the time it was all over, I had a restored spring in my step and a happy outlook. Once again, my neighborhood had come back and all it took was food.
I’ve been reading a couple of blogs and I’m wondering what makes me want to read ALL the archives of some, and barely want to skim others, and I think it’s because of the tone. If it’s funny or upbeat I think I’ve found a new friend, somebody I want to be around often. If it’s constantly a complaining place, I don’t want to stick around. The ones who share something personal that bring up remembrances of my own feelings make me want to learn how others think. How do other brains process the feelings I can’t? How do others stay so happy all the time in the midst of strife? Where does that talent for stringing words together come from? How can I be more like them and less like me?
And today I answered myself: There’s already a them. Just be a you. Maybe throw some food in, too.