I have always sought for more knowledge with my mom. She has been a spiritual driving force, a seeker, for my entire life.
Philosophical Debate? I choose my mom as my opponent, though we’re usually on the same side.
She also has more time to seek information and pass it along to me, such as, the Awakening discs from Bill Harris. By the way, I listened to the introduction and fell asleep half way through. Since I didn’t remember the last thing I heard on the disc, I haven’t gone back to listen to it again. I did that right before the housesitting. I want to start. It’s on my wishlist of creating or setting aside time every day to meditate. I think it would benefit me.
The last two days, I have felt even more like myself. Yesterday, I organized my food cabinet and cleaned my fridge shelf. I meal planned for this week, including lunches. Then, I went to the grocery store, list in hand, separated by store section:
I made dinner last night using a recipe. I haven’t done that since October. We all sat down to dinner together, me and Girlfriend and the kids.
I got up early this morning and cleaned the dishes and the kitchen, showered, fed myself and the kids, made tea for Girlfriend, and vacuumed the living room. I headed to work for an even more productive day there!
Anyway, point of the story, I got a text message this morning at 8 a.m. asking if I was up.
Up? Does this person know me or not?
Yes, I’m up, I texted, and included the list of things above.
I noted how opposite I am of this person in this regard. He’s a night owl, which I can be, but my life doesn’t really allow it. Insomnia plays a part with my night owl behavior. Being a night owl doesn’t work for me anymore when I wake up every day at 6:30 or earlier without an alarm.
Nope, it doesn’t matter what time I have fallen asleep or how little sleep I have had in the preceding days. I wake up early and rarely fall back to sleep. It’s something I’m working to improve. I’d like to sleep more.
So, here I sit typing when I should be in bed where I usually am at this hour, slumber sought and conquered.
I also have to wonder if feeling like my old self is really my old self or if it’s the self I developed because of my marriage. I had a regimen to follow: meal plan, cleaning, work, dishes, grocery shopping, organizing.
I think it’s the real me. I’ll let you know. I’m still seeking aspects of myself these days.