After a couple of choppy days, I had a really quiet day. I was in the groove with my routine. The chores seemed pleasurable rather than inconvenient. I milked the goats morning and evening. I went to town for an NA meeting. Ran a couple of errands. Came home and hung out with the family. Worked on a couple of cheeses that I am aging. Made my stepson dinner. Played a little rock-and-roll while doing the dishes. Took a little cat nap...with the cat. Took my medications at their prescribed times. I didn't feel bored. Nor did I feel fired up and excitable.
Days like this are a blessing. Only problem is that for someone with bipolar disorder, or at least for me, days like this feel strange. They don't always feel right. I wonder if I'm losing my edge. I wonder if I'm overmedicated. You know, maybe I should do something to stir things up. Ask the doctor to lower a medication. Leave town. Abuse caffeine. Maybe even take a drink... I hear from others that this discomfort with the feeling of balance and normalcy is common.
The more quiet days that I experience, the more days of recovery I amass, the easier it gets to accept the blessing of balance. The less boring normalcy seems. The less attractive chaos appears.
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