It's been a while since I have had the chance/opportunity to get my hands dirty. Not only did I get to break a sweat today, but I was given the opportunity to learn a new skill. It may be small to some people, but I love learning how to fix things within homes so that when I need that skill I can use it properly. I was taught how to make plaster, really easy, and then patch holes, also really easy. It really wasn't the difficulty of the skills, but doing it correctly. I then got to sand with a compression sander. I know there's a better term for this, but I can't remember what my husband said.
When I go through rough times I tend to look for physical pain to confirm certain feelings. This is all very subconscious and never harmful. I have found a trend in tattoos, piercings, physical labor, and high compact sports when I process pain, stress, depression, or anger. This time I've gone through the tattoo & labor stage.
I have a house full of projects to complete and I plan on playing soccer as soon as possible. These things are my personal form of mental process and a major aspect of my own survival.
My grandfather, my Dad's father, passed away last Sunday. I have a peaceful outlook on all of it, but him passing so shortly after my Dad passed away is tough. We all have a long journey when this kind of chapter takes place in life, but I know I am fortunate to understand my own person well enough to take charge of my needs in order to get through it all in a healthy way.
To each their own path and to each person their own process.
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