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RE: The Wind-Breath Moves Through The Rib-Clouds

There might be room for both approaches. From this distance, I now know that if I hadn't had so much on my plate when my husband died, I would have just sat and done nothing, never made goals. I think being forced to be busy got me through the worst of it, and essentially, I was starting out as I intended to go on. That's always been a mantra of mine: Start out as you intend to go on.

So now when I find myself just sitting, due to the Seasonal Affective Disorder, I have the intention of not doing that and I find something to make me move. No shortage of that here.

And maybe that's how Jamie copes...

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Oh yes but Jamie's always like that. I can usually keep up (it's part of our dynamic) but I have been finding being busy too much.

Mums certainly got a clean house 🤣 and moving on to garden. But her nervous system is far steadier than mine!

I really needed to just drift and BE for a bit. Too much going on on top of grief. I am feeling a LOT better today actually after the moliday.