Woke with a migraine in one eye. The part I'm grateful for is that I put ice on it, and it actually listened to the ice pretty well [doesn't always happen].

something I don't usually get to see [I got curious]....

For a while there, I was not sleeping well. Not enough, and what I got was very spotty and fragmented. Eventually I realized that fretting about the state of the world was keeping my mind whirring and preventing me from settling down. 

Then I saw a post from someone saying that they were cutting the news out of their life for a while, for the sake of their own peace of mind. The gist of their perspective was that they already knew by now what things were awful, so they could take that as read. They didn't really need this awfulness underlined again every day. Knowing the particular details of how the awfulness had shifted somewhat was no help to them. And these were all things that they couldn't do anything about, so more knowledge was not a guide to more action or more solutions. 

Then someone else said that they had set up filters on their social media, for similar reasons. This is not something I had ever tried myself, but I decided to now. So I did, a few days ago. 

Now, posts will appear on my social media, but instead of content I get a message saying this post contains filtered items. So I know the post is there, and it's up to me to decide if I want to see it or not. So far, I have been declining. 

And I can't help but notice that I am consistently sleeping more soundly since I began to filter out some of the awfulness. 

I understand there are those who will object. Who will tell me I have a duty to know what's going on in the world. As in, knowing everything, every detail. [Most of us who grew up in the days before the 24-hour news cycle realize that you can get by without unceasing news updates.] And there are those who will accuse me of flaunting my privilege, because it must be nice to be able to afford to ignore these things. [I don't deny that my life is privileged and blessed in numerous ways, even if I'm not rich.] 

But the people who were cutting out this influence from their online lives were framing it more in terms of self-care. Protecting their health which was suffering because of this psychic onslaught. And that's how I'm choosing to frame this for myself: self-care. Like, I don't accept that I am flaunting my privilege by eating regularly, simply because there are other people who don't. [I do count my blessings, though.] If I have the capability to nurture myself [as opposed to wallow in decadent luxury] then I will do so, as much as I am aware and able. 

Maybe that's just me.

 Today I have [just barely] reached my lowest weight in at least thirty years. Knowing how my body works, it will likely bounce back up some tomorrow, so I need to make note of this today and not forget.

Having the windows open and letting fresh air in the house — this late in the year, it's rare here for the weather to be warm enough to allow this.

After months of going without, I finally found my very fave chamomile tea back in stock at Dollar Tree! [And, as you can imagine, I stocked up in rather unseemly fashion.]

Today is my birthday, and I am grateful to still be here — and still well enough to do the things I love.

A really decent nap. It was everything ya want one to be: solid, a good length, into it quick, and refreshing when it was done.

waking from a deep, sound, solid sleep and putting on clean clothes: two significant blessings back to back

Tea and Digestives — what an unbeatable combo!