Today was a much better day than any of the last 2 weeks. Work went well, I got things done and well. I came home and cleared away the new snow (more tonight and tomorrow apparently). I talked with my son on Skype. He's doing well. I miss him like crazy of course.
My sweetie couldn't talk on Skype tonight because of a migraine. I had a little panic attack with all those negative unfounded thoughts that she just didn't want to talk to me, or was avoiding me, or whatever other negative thing my mind could dredge up. Then I thought - she's had just as stressful a couple weeks as I have had, maybe even more stressful. She may very well be having a migraine headache. That's okay. I love the time with her and talking with her, but we can't always be together and talking. Just trust.
So I went back to cleaning. Get a load of this, I didn't turn the music on. Nothing. No TV, no radio. Just the sound of the vacuum and the carpet cleaner. Sure, I was humming tunes in my head and thinking about stuff, but that's it.
No panic attack. I'm just sticking to the plan - clean the house, list the house, sell the house, move on.
I wouldn't consider today the best day of my life, not by a long shot. But it was better than yesterday and the day before. Progress over perfection.
