Today I’ve come to the conclusion that my happy days are only temporary.
Yesterday I was on a high. Thought I was starting to get it all figured out. Felt like I was making progress in therapy. Thought I was really taking it in and using the things I was reading. Felt like the meditation was starting to work. Had some inspiration.
Today, it all came tumbling down. Why? Who knows. I was bummed that group got cancelled again today, for the third week.
I didn’t crash hard. Just a couple of flat tires. Thankful for that. I thought about going to have a few drinks. (My old selfs normal response). I didn’t feel like doing the positive activities I had planned. Didn’t feel like meditating, like I should have. So I went to the beach. Something which is usually relaxing for me. It didn’t really feel good, not like it usually does. I couldn’t fully relax. I did try and meditate finally.
I’m glad I went, it did lift my spirits a little.
Today I learned not to get too excited when I have a high. It’s only temporary.