A Good Day

I had a good day today.

This is a marked improvement over most of my days lately. I was having an insomnia spell. For me that means that I both couldn't fall asleep and once there, I couldn't stay. I'm bipolar; insomnia is just a fact of life. I am also struggling with depression, something that I'm finding much different from my depressive cycle. The depression, almost ironically, is the only reason that I was getting any sleep at all.

But today was a good day.

It started with me going to sleep at the usual time. Instead of fighting to fall asleep, I dropped right off without any problems. For once, I had good dreams. My nightmares are frequent companions, but not last night. Last night, I slept deeply and peacefully straight through to my mother waking me before she left for work at five to watch the girls who she had woken a half hour previous.

I had a nice cuddle with both my daughters as we talked. The television was on Qubo though we were only paying half attention. Julia, my youngest, regaled me with a story about Detective Cat's adventures while Lilium colored a drawing from the packet of pictures that Amafo (my dad) sent her. It was a lazy morning, but aren't those the best kind?

After the girls were off to school, I came back and made coffee. I decided on a whim to experiment with cream and sugar again. You know, I can drink it black--some coffees I even prefer it that way. I can't even remember why I settled upon four teaspoons and so much creamer. Why not find my taste again? I'm thinking of getting a little jar with a lid that seals and another measuring spoon so that I have a hard number for the creamer. The Autumnal Equinox was yesterday. It is a good time for changing things.

I drank one cup while I did my Facebook rounds. Then I went for a walk around the track that's in the field across the street. I listened to yawns from the trees and their hushed voices reminded me that I don't do this near enough. I need to get out more--not just for the exercise that is study-proven to help with depression like I told my therapist when she asked why I wanted to include it in my treatment plan. I am Choctaw. My blood comes from the earth. My heart beats with its rhythms. Being out in nature is good for me. I need the reminder of what is a good flow.

I finished the assembly of Julia's kinnickkinnick bag. It's now prepped for decoration. I just need to get a different color of seed beads. I'm thinking of doing the edging in black, both for added protection on the bag and because Julia like black and red, which the bag already is due to the fabric. If I do the fringe edge in black and then use black thread to to the pinching afterwards, that would tie it all together. I may try to do a beaded end to the cord if I have time.

I went over to Grandpa's today. The excuse was I needed help filling out some paperwork to cash out my 401k, but that was quickly done and we just sat and talked for another two hours. I enjoyed that. We talked about Dad and his outdate. We talked about how difficult that was going to be for him and strategized ways to keep Daddy both from being overwhelmed and from being restless. We talked about my sister thinking she was white but not actually being so. We talked about religion and politics and how no one seems to remember their history. We talked about shows for our crafts and the little shop that Dad wants to open.

When I got home, I had a Dr. Pepper/Pepsi tea party with two girls, a turtle, a bunny, and an elephant. It was under an umbrella, of course. I helped Lilium with her writing skills while she chatted through Facebook with my mother who was about three feet away. I cooked a not-so-balanced dinner of saute chicken and brussel sprouts. It was tasty though. I love how rosemary and brussel sprouts go together.

Baths and then off to bed, where I should be going now as well.

Today was a good day.