"I've gone from a place of no self esteem to one where I have too much of it. I need to find a happy balance."Wellness for the win.
Articles from Harrangue Man
In my man lair, our illegal shed I have turned into a roomy Orgone machine, our internet wireless router's strength is such that I can readily call up YouTube and videos buffer with a decent speed. So as I spend my days recovering I typically hang out in my shed, with the heater on, playing songs from my found Mp3 or from YouTube, along with assorted TV shows I love like Parks and Recreation.
The movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding is over ten years old now but it still stands the test of time. For a RomCom to succeed it needs heart as well as laughs, and something to set it apart from the rest. If you've not seen it then the movie is worth a watch. However I will now discuss plot so look away...Those have seen it can attest to the comedic goodness of the bottle of Windex.
I was tasked by my psychologist to write a letter to the triumvirate of management that caused my collapse—three tiers above me that lined up in a perfect way to maximise stress and pain to those below them. Our printer died a while back and we have a new one ready to go. But I couldn't face the job of drafting a letter and sorting out a hardware (slash) software installation for a printer.So I wrote the letter by hand.
My oldwork released a report; it's the first one out since I left. The report is a month late but at least it's out. I was not expecting them to keep going with it so when a copy turned up at home—I put myself on the distribution list from the beginning so I could track delivery times through the post—I was quite shocked and it sparked an anxiety spike; I had to have a womb shower then I hopped naked into bed with the light off and electric blanket on.
Ever since theWife found my old Sony Mp3 player—now about six-years-old and with but 1 gig of space—I've been basting myself in music from the Sony stick. The soundtracks to Rocky Horror and Keating!, Tripod and Tenacious D, The Fauves, and even The Rolling Stones (Emotional Rescue). And if I know the words I'll sing along; lustily and loud.
theWife led forth a Herculean re-arrange, swapping our end (computer) room with the our bedroom, restoring in fact the balance for the end (computer) room was the master bedroom anyway.
We recently stayed at a beach resort on the south coast.