I used to be amazed by tales of folks who blew out lightbulbs wherever they went. Now it’s me. So far, I’ve only blown them at home, but after replacing the third one in two weeks, I know it’s not just natural attrition.
And the other morning, my car did the same weird CD reboot thing it did this summer, which I hope won’t lead to another $600 in repairs the way it did then.
In short, crazy energy has been zinging around since the lunar eclipse/full moon/Solstice and I’m still trying to integrate and contain it. My digestion has been “off” and my nerves, jittery. If I don’t jot a note in the 12 microseconds it takes for something to pass through my brain, the ball gets dropped. And beyond that, my attention has been strictly One Thing At A Time. This isn’t just peri-menopause stuff. This is intense.
Any of you wise ones have advice on making it work?
Photo credit: Robbert van der Steeg