I was going a little crazy on Thursday night and I tried all my tried-and-true things to lift my spirits a little.
Nothing worked. I wanted to just lay there and let life just pass by - just get it over with so I could see what was going to happen next.
I was feeling a bit overwhelmed about school, work, fitting in quality time with the family, the loads of dishes, the essays to write, the math homework to do, the two math exams to prepare for, the finals right after, Little Love's track meet that weekend, the cake I promised to make three weeks ago...
Get the picture?
Yeah...I got a tad weirded-out and just a little bit twitchy.
Then I stopped.
I realized that I needed to practice what I preached.
I needed to twirl.
Twirl like my life depended on it.
See...when a friend calls me for advice about whatever is going on in her life and she needs to just let it all go, I tell her to twirl.
"Go to an open space in your house and twirl. I'll wait 'til you're finished."
And usually, it either works or she just laughs at my "advice". Either way, she feels a tad bit better. And you know what, they all do it. Maybe not physically, but they imagine themselves doing it.
Gosh darn it!
Well, why didn't I do that for myself?
I was having the start of a mini nervous breakdown and I just needed to twirl.
And that I did...
I didn't tell anyone I did...well, I'm lying. I spoke to God and said, "Are You sure?"
And with all my might, I twirled.
Twirled and tumbled on the floor 'cause I'm a clutz and my feet have issues...but dang it - I twirled better than any twirl-command I've given.