Take care of yourselves, kittens.

Last week was rough. Rough, y’all. I don’t think I’m alone in thinking that. This week has been a humdinger in its own right, too. Maybe I’m just going through the stages of grief – last week, I was in shock and disbelief and this week I’m feeling frustrated.

Apparently I’m a crier now. It would seem that the twenty-some-odd years of unshed tears that I bottled up for the sake of stoicism are fed up with being kept back from realizing their full potential and have taken to  literally rupturing from my face at a moment’s notice. It doesn’t take much.

Last week was marked by lots of tears. If I wasn’t crying about Robin Williams, I was crying about Ferguson, the conflict in the Middle East, or the state of affairs in my own city.

I also cried about a great deal of insipid things, too, which include but are not limited to: The Golden Girls, Lola having to potty too early in the morning, burning my toast under the broiler, spilling my coffee (talk about crying over spilled milk, kittens), my apparent inability to comprehend Statistics for Dummies, breaking a glass, and forgetting, for the billionth time, to buy tape.

I know, I’m terribly well-adjusted.

Case in point, this little exchange:

Carter: How was your day, babe?

Me: Well, I only cried about Robin Williams et al. four times today.

Carter: That’s really good, babe. I’m glad you’re feeling better.

Ridiculous.

I’ve never claimed to have the most healthy coping mechanisms. I know that when stressed and fraught with feelings, I should take a walk or do yoga or meditate. Or, perhaps, I could needlepoint.

I don’t do any of those things, friends, though I know that it would do me good.

Lately, though, I find myself lured by the siren song of an iPad app called Magic Jigsaw Puzzles.

(Note: They’re not paying me to write this.)

I’ve played Magic Jigsaw Puzzles (MJP) for a few months now. I find that the meditative act of assembling a jigsaw puzzle or two before bed is soothing. Because I am a thousand years old.

Recently, however, MJP has implemented a points system which enables you to unlock free puzzles (because let’s face it, I’m not paying real people money for this thing). This reached my doorstep at the beginning of last week and I’d be lying to you if I told you that I didn’t throw myself at it with abandon.

I’ve been puzzling obsessively as a coping mechanism. My nightly jigsaw average shot up from 2 puzzles per evening to between 7 and 10. I mean, sure, it’s excessive, but at least it’s not meth, right?

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The new points system hasn’t helped. MJP has set out to be the senior citizen’s Candy Crush and I’ve fallen hard.

I’m not going to beat myself up over it, though. I’m filing this little habit away under the “Self Care” file. In one of my classes, we’re discussing the necessity of self-care for caregivers. I think this is universal, however. I think that self-care is necessary for human beings. Take a walk, take some quiet time – hell, take five deep breaths consecutively without panicking. That’s a step. It might be a small one, but take it anyway.

Next week might be a shit sandwich too, my friends, I won’t rule it out. After all, it seems that August of 2014 is hell-bent on flogging us all to the very, very end. I’m not without hope, however. Educate yourselves on your surroundings, from all angles. Decide what you can do to make them better. Take care.

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  1. anonymous says:

    Yes. August has been shit sandwich day every day. August has never been an easy month. Ever. When I was growing up there was this song on my folks’ radio “If We Make it through December…everything’s gonna be ok…” but when I grew up I changed it to “If we make it through August……then we might make it to December…..”
    But someone posted this one song on someone else’s web site this morning, and helped me tremendously, because it brings things back into focus, of what it is in this insane world I am supposed to be doing in this life at least with my writing anyway…https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BtJeI4Q9nBE

  2. It is SO important to find a good coping mechanism. Yours sounds like a lot of fun. I wonder if they have it for the Nook…

  3. I love you.
    Take care of YOURself, Kitten.
    XO

  4. Take each day one day at a time, and all we can do is hope we have more good days then shitty ones, remember to focus on the good and let the bad go so you don’t have nightmares

  5. Um, I think MJP is calling my name. Am going to download it tonight. I think it’s exactly what I need. Besides, I kind of love puzzles. (Thank you.)

    I relate, oh how I relate, to your random tears. Life’s so funny… and by funny I mean a roller-coaster ride of extremes. I hope that the coming days weren’t as horrendous as the past tear-filled ones. I wish you good, good things.

    Keep puzzlin’.

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