I feel like life has finally slowed to a pace that I can agree with. For a few days there, I was running around like a crazy person (note: not sure that I've ever necessarily seen a crazy person run around in the fashion that I'm trying to evoke here, but the phrase is suiting for what I'm getting at), not knowing exactly what to do with myself given the negative aversions that meandered their way into my life. Negativity aside, I've learned a lot about myself in the past week and I'm very grateful that I was allotted this opportunity.
Not to dwell on it, but putting down Mulder and Scully (if you haven't been reading lately, here is a post detailing the whole situation) made me realize that a huge part of my well-being revolves around tending to animals. My entire life I've had pets. Cats, dogs, guinea pigs, hamsters, birds--the whole lot. I was seldom the sole caretaker, but having these little critters around made me realize that I have a love that can't be touched. It's completely unconditional and it brings out in me a caring aspect that nothing else can measure up to. Sure, I have Dean, but a relationship with another human being is not even close to a human relationship with an animal. For one, an individual caring for a pet has to tap into intuition. We have to learn body language different from our own. We have to be observant. With people, all that has to be done is heavily dependent on the spoken word. Sure, there's body language--but it's different. What I'm grateful for here is that I'm a type of person who just gets animals. I don't want my life to be absent of that presence.
I'm grateful for posts like these. Just read it. You'll understand.
I'm grateful that Dean is finally getting his face issues taken care of. For over a year now, he has been battling chronic sinus problems that no amount of medication could solve. The problem has been assessed (a deviated septum..who knew!) and he will be going into surgery at the end of this month to finally get these issues alleviated and with any luck, relief will find him quickly.
I'm grateful, too, that they also figured out what was wrong with me! Apparently my Vitamin D reservoirs are thrashed and I need to replenish. This accounts for several problems I've been battling over the last several years (joint pain, for one) and the issues that I've been having since July. I'm on a 12-week replenishment program, taking 50,000 units once a week. I'm only one week in, and already I notice the difference. Hopefully soon enough, Dean and I both will be in good health and get back to life together the way we started it. I'm grateful that an end to this chronic suffering on both parts is in sight.
I'm grateful for my dad. He made the killer vintage sound system housed in our living room possible. Without his generosity and sentiment, we would still be on the hunt. Since we put the thing together, we can barely stop listening to it. The sound is pure, organic, and projects to our hearts the reason behind owning vinyl--to hear music the way it's supposed to be heard.
Things lately are just shaping up rather nicely. I hope that the trend continues.