Fire=Therapy?

Okay, so if you've read this blog in the last three months, you know that I've struggled with being tired. Well, yesterday, I found a calendar of the indoor activities, and discovered/remembered the actual date on which I first started sleeping. I will never forget falling asleep in the middle of an indoor percussion rehearsal: drums, keyboards, kids...percussion rehearsals are LOUD, but I slept like a baby on the cold elementary gym floor (it's basically like sleeping on the floor at Wal-Mart...cold and dirty)! I don't understand what about my body changed on this day or why I've not been the same since, but when I saw this calendar, I felt an emotion about the situation that I'd not really felt prior. I got angry. Angry at 2010. Angry at January. Angry, specifically, at Thursday, January 21st. So, after ripping the rest of the month to shreds, we saved the day...and...

I know it may seem nuts...and I hope none of you are calling to have me taken away, but it really helped! It's like that day had a hold on me for some reason, and I was able to release it...or watch it burn, rather. :-) I'm not angry now. Still confused, still waiting to be healed, but not angry. Anger is a beast: I'm so thankful it only lasted a few minutes! Okay, it's naptime!