Okay, am I the only one who occasionally wakes up with a feeling that something isn’t right, but you don’t know what it is? That’s me today. I woke up with some kind of dread in the pit of my stomach, like something had gone wrong, somewhere, with someone I care about. My innards are just fine. I just have vague worries and concerns that I can’t pinpoint. Oy.
I asked a bunch of people if they were all right, then I got to worrying that it was my step-mother, so I ordered her Christmas flowers. Interesting path to guilthood there! Who knows, maybe I should call (except that phoning is this introvert’s biggest nightmare).
There’s no reason to feel this way, at least no conscious reason. I got good news today at work, got some things done, and supported a friend. Nothing bad there! But still, there the feeling is. Sitting on my psyche and squishing it.
The bright side: I checked in on people! People like that. If something’s going on with YOU, let me know. Until them I will keep randomly messaging people to be sure they’re okay.
What I’ll Not Do
However, I’m not checking the news to see if yet another mass shooting, weather disaster, or even worse political nonsense. The news has been making me feel physically ill (my eye starts twitching when some topics come on). So, starting this weekend, I listen once a day and get a summary I read in the morning.
I switched to Spotify in the car. It asked me all my favorite artists and I’ve been happily listening to the dulcet tones of the great rock, folk, and country rock artistes of the 70s and 80s. Some of the things they throw in are odd (“Thank God I’m a Country Boy” and “Sunshine on My Shoulders” in one sitting is perhaps too saccharine, and really, John Denver had some good songs!), but mostly it’s been a nice trip down memory lane, with some new ones thrown in.
I also went ahead and followed my son’s band and a former band, plus some other indie bands I like, so they’ll get some plays.
At least the music is helping me with my feeling of impending doom.