Mental Wellness

Mid-Life Crisis Ahoy?

Ever want to chuck out everything? Friends, location, possessions?

I’m not happy with what I’m doing, how I’m doing it and with whom.

I want to buy a tiny cottage, tend a postage stamp garden and sell my books.

Total fantasy. I have commitments; a spouse and a child.

Why now? Well, it’s not the time of year.

It’s not Covid, not completely anyway.

I’m feeling a shift.

I want to get rid of 20 years of possessions and feel lighter.

I want to let go of acquaintances who don’t suit me.

I want to find new ones who do.

Goodbye old me.

New me, ahoy.

When do you like to shift gears?

Happy Manic Monday, Rebecca

Mental Wellness

Sometimes Zoom is Enough

In our household Halloween and Día de los Muertos are two of our biggest holidays. So this past weekend we celebrated, Covid style, with two Zoom meetings. A friend we’ve known for at least 15 years hosted a Halloween party online. We all dressed as sayings. I cut out a paper heart with my Tuesday candidates and attached it to my upper arm. (wearing my heart on my sleeve) Another friend created a papier mache head and attached it to her shoulders (two heads are better than one). Two friends had just married in a tiny Covid era ceremony and we celebrated their wedding with stories, poetry and song. We all talked, joked and laughed for 90 minutes. Gathered together in virtual form, we felt the warmth of togetherness.

Sunday, we invited our friends to our 16th annual Día de los Muertos party. The theme was dress as someone you admire who passed on this year. There were no fewer than three notorious RBGs, Ruth Ginsburg with her black judges’ robe, lacy collar and insightful gaze. We told stories about our favorite costumes as children or adults. One friend had dressed as a robot for three years in a row as a child, carefully cutting arm holes in boxes. But when he arrived at the neighbors doors to trick or treat, people thought he was a television… Another friend grew up on a farm, so going around the block was a four mile trip with only six houses! She pulled her younger brother and sister in a wagon the whole way. I remembered that when I was in sixth grade, I dressed as a rabbit from a McCall’s pattern my mom sewed together. I brought a pillow case and walked at least 2 miles hitting around 70 houses for candy. My mom told me I couldn’t keep all of it, and volunteered to help me out with the overflow. We discovered jokes and laughter communicate electronically. : )

Connection can happen online. How lucky we are to live in this age.

Happy Manic Monday! –Rebecca

Bipolar

Unforgivable Sins

This time of year I lose friends. Hiking boot in mouth syndrome. Waning sun, social anxiety, plus perfectionism equals disaster.

Awkwardness overflows

I huff and I puff

and I blow

that friendship

down.

Big emotions

uncautious words

Bata-bing

Bata-Boom!

Apology notes

gifts

nada

cannot recover

from unforgivable sin.

Could I get a pass

once a year

so my loose lips

don’t sink our ship?

I did not

want to

hurt you.

It’s my gecko

tongue

time of year.

Splat!

-Rebecca Cuningham 10/17/20

What’s your worst time of year?

It’s Manic Monday and that’s good news! Thanks for reading and commenting. -Rebecca

Red Leaved Maple Photo: Rebecca Cuningham