I ordered an ice cream for delivery. Rest assured, I washed my hands, opened it up, washed the outside of the cup, and washed the spoon before I used it. Then I wiped down the counter I had set it on before washing.
Chocolate ice cream, Marshmallow Fluff core, strawberries, crunched up waffle cone, Nutella sauce on top, chocolate shavings garnish, topped with cinnamon whipped cream.
Cut to me being truly shocked earlier today when the jeans I ordered didn’t fit.
This is my 6th day home, aside from light walks and grocery visits. I have yet to flinch but I see a lot of people are having a hard time. I will say that I started (consciously) meditating 10 years ago, so I’m used to staring at a wall with my thoughts rolling on by. Are you clenching your jaw? Let your shoulders down, loosen your mouth and face muscles, breathe so that your stomach moves up and down – not your chest. Periodically becoming aware and correcting those things will help take the edge off.
Sometimes when I’m in bed and I start consciously loosening each part of my body, one of the first sections I become aware of is my face. Relaxing your brows and mouth will make you wonder, “What the hell kind of face was I just making?” and “How the hell tight was I closing my eyes?” It reminds me of the grumpy old man puppet that Jeff Dunham uses, with its face all scrunched up and sour. Yes, what better way to get a peaceful sleep than scowling at the ceiling.
I’m excited to get caught up on all the books I’ve wanted to read. Currently, I’m reading Jessica Simpson’s “Open Book”, EB White’s “The Trumpet of the Swan” and “Dear Genius – a collection of Ursula Nordstrom letters. I’m almost finished with the first two. Jessica’s book is great, I really enjoyed reading her perspective on major pop culture moments. I read EB White’s book, or I believe it was read to me, when I was in elementary school and remembered really liking it. I save it for my night and morning book as it’s light and funny. I try to be mindful of what I consume (mentally and physically) before bed. The ice cream probably wasn’t the best idea but you can’t go wrong with a story about a swan that plays trumpet for cash.
Sad to see Kenny Rogers passed away. Everyone is sharing The Gambler but I have yet to see an Islands in the Stream post. The BeeGees wrote the song but I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve heard the Dolly and Kenny version in the doctor’s waiting room, in the dentist chair, or walking down aisle 5 of Stop&Shop.
Sugar crash has commenced. You only have a short window of time to remain vertical after eating a Nutella w/ chocolate ice cream bomb.
Blast off. Goodnight!