Tea at Two

Time for a hot drink

It’s 2 p.m. right now. I’ve got a little pot of tea steeping on the desk in front of me, and I’ve got a bunch of things I need to do this afternoon and evening, including some audio production, checking on my federal tax refund status, helping a friend with their website, and taping the Super Bowl to watch later.

I have this thing about watching games I care about — not going to say which team I’m rooting for, just ’cause I don’t want to get into that whole rah-rah business right now — when there’s a lot riding on the game, I have a hard time watching, because I tend to get so invested in the outcome. I love football. Always loved to play it, always loved to watch it. But it’s much more entertaining for me, if I can watch the game for the sake of the game, knowing what the ultimate outcome is, rather than getting all tweaked out with suspense.

Suspense, for me, can be a killer. Especially on a Sunday, when I have an early day tomorrow – which I do.

So, I’m going to tape the game and watch it after the fact, with plenty of time to pause and rewind and fast-forward through all the commercials.

Anyway, I have this tea. Low caffeine, lots of flavor. I need something, because it’s cold today, and I need to not keep snacking all the live-long day. The bad eating habits I developed over the holidays have persisted, and I’m spending less time chewing my food, I’m giving myself larger portions, and I’m doing more between-meals snacking. Not good. My weight is up — but the real problem is not that I weigh more, rather than I’m feeling more sluggish and less sharp than I used to.

Something has got to change.

One thing at a time — instead of making a snack or fixing another cup of coffee to jazz me up, I’m having tea. At two.

I’m looking around my office, marveling at how cluttered it’s become. Usually it doesn’t bother me, but it’s been getting to me, more and more. Several years back — five years, actually — I cleaned the whole place out and had a really great workspace set up. I’ve regressed, since then, and I’m surrounded by all the things that catch my fancy and I like having around me. I have a lot of artifacts from my past adventures — cards from different occasions, odd assortments of hardware and tools and mementos from endeavors and adventures, pens and pencils and books and unopened mail that I should really be getting to.

It’s this wild assortment of all the things that matter to me in life — and in the spot of honor to my right, is the new double CD of Johnny Cash’s Bootleg Vol II — two CDs full of his music from the 50s and 60s. I started listening to some of it yesterday, and I really liked what I heard. I’ll have to listen some more. After I get some of my chores done and can sit down to work on the assortment of technical things I have been meaning to tend to.

The day is half over, and I’m good with it.

I went out for a walk this morning, after I half of did my morning routine. It’s a beautiful day today, and rather than riding the exercise bike for 15 minutes, I got out and waked for over an hour. Does the body good — especially my knees, which have been getting used to the experience of sitting cross-legged each morning (and some evenings) while I sit and breathe and balance my autonomic nervous system. It also helped to get the blood pumping, which I haven’t done as much of, as busy at work as I have been.

Busy tends to mean sedentary. And that’s no good. I feel sluggish and “gooped up” which stands to reason. If I haven’t moved the lymph in my system with some good extended exercise, then I can fully expect my body to get pretty sludged up. Lymph doesn’t move itself. And with winter winding down, it’s soon time for the second wave of colds and flu. Great…

Anyway, I had a good walk, went down a road I haven’t walked down for a couple of years, took a good look over a long valley to a mountain on the other side, and headed back into the woods for a bit. I walked around an icy pond that was filling the woods with sounds of the ice cracking and splitting in the morning sun. It’s been an uneven winter, with cold snaps but not enough hard cold to thicken ice to a safe walking thickness. More people fell through ice this year, than in recent memory. Pay attention, people. Pay attention.

So, in 2 more minutes, it will be 2:22 p.m. I’ve said my piece, I’ve had my tea. I’ve done some chores, and I know what else needs to be done. I’ll listen to Johnny Cash later on this afternoon — maybe after my nap. For now, it’s back to business as usual.

Ah, now it is 2:22. Signing off….

Author: brokenbrilliant

I am a long-term multiple (mild) Traumatic Brain Injury (mTBI or TBI) survivor who experienced assaults, falls, car accidents, sports-related injuries in the 1960s, '70s, '80s, and '90s. My last mild TBI was in 2004, but it was definitely the worst of the lot. I never received medical treatment for my injuries, some of which were sports injuries (and you have to get back in the game!), but I have been living very successfully with cognitive/behavioral (social, emotional, functional) symptoms and complications since I was a young kid. I’ve done it so well, in fact, that virtually nobody knows that I sustained those injuries… and the folks who do know, haven’t fully realized just how it’s impacted my life. It has impacted my life, however. In serious and debilitating ways. I’m coming out from behind the shields I’ve put up, in hopes of successfully addressing my own (invisible) challenges and helping others to see that sustaining a TBI is not the end of the world, and they can, in fact, live happy, fulfilled, productive lives in spite of it all.

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