I could go into a diatribe about meditation and yoga and biking. I could list some awesome mind and heart expanding books I have read recently.
Or I could be honest.
I don’t have the time or energy for much introspective self work. I don’t get to do the things I used to. This one woman band is too busy juggling the melody and the rhythm and the needs of a small person to get to stop and reflect on her soul.
I try to find some little moments like conversations with strangers, a few minutes of reading before bed, a good story on the radio. But, back to the honesty, chocolate is my bandaid most days. It gets me through.
I have been having another lonely spell since the imminent doom stress of nearly getting an eviction notice has lifted. I miss having a close connection to another adult. I miss being in a relationship. I also don’t have any friends I hang out with regularly. My attempts have all pittered out and I’m tired of trying. At least work is affording me a little social interaction with the parents, who I really like.
Oh well, my soul can wait.