Well, not jogging, I don't jog anymore. I wobble, yes. I jiggle, most definitely. Jog? Nah. Maybe joggle.
Just wanted to say that even tho I don't have the prerequisite hour it usually takes me to write a 'for real' blog post I did want to take a few minutes to tell you that things are looking up. I feel better than I have in a long time, thanks to some determined therapy, a slight change in diet and the addition of some all-natural supplements (ie I'm devouring animal glands and so forth. Honest. Ground up, freeze-dried, powdered-and-put-in-a-capsule animal glands. Among other things. Healthy!) The funny thing is, it's actually working. A few days ago An Incident occurred that as little as two weeks ago would have had me crash-and-burning, in a serious depression spiral downward. The moment came, I knew it was going to happen, I started to crash, I clenched for it and...
Nothing else happened. I got angry, I got a little anxious, I got a little black-edged, but nothing, far and away NOTHING on how it used to be. I persevered, I made it through the day intact, and came out the other side feeling good enough to hop on the mower, light up a nice big cigar, pop in the earbuds and cut some grass to Steely Dan and Beethoven.
As little as two weeks ago I would have been ruined for the day, if not longer. As little as one week ago I'd have been crushed for the day, struggling under the load of anxiety. That day? Nothing unbearable by any mean. Utterly astounding. I love it.
The best part of it? Fall is coming. I can feel it in the mornings. I can smell it in the air. The October People are coming. I can hear their dry leaf rustling footfalls down the sidewalk. I can smell the cinnamon spice mummy-wrappings of their clothes.
They're coming, and I'm standing here with open arms.