Saturday.
Wake up naturally at 6:30 – What.
Try to get back to sleep but not really working (Full Moon vibes, obvs.). The strange thing is that I remember snoozing the alarm… oh well, clearly not. The real alarm goes off at 7:15 and I stop it. I’ve been rolling around my bed with no success so I guess it’s time to start the day. My intention yesterday was to wake up early and do the shop. It seems my body has carefully listened to my intention…
Meditate for long enough to feel some mental energy coming in and get up. Feel pretty hungry, so I get dressed and head down to make some porridge and a herbal tea –saving the coffee for later, when I can relax with a couple of avo-toasts and strawberries.
I have to say I don’t feel very drowsy considering the little amount of sleep I’ve had. I can actually think with clarity and add a couple more of things to the shopping list. Grab everything I need for the expedition and leave the house by 8:30.
Things seem to flow this morning.
It’s also nice I don’t need to wear layers anymore; only a comfy hoodie and my headphones. Releasing layers, perks of springtime.
Planning to stop by Posh Supermarket but there’s a long queue already and don’t feel like waiting only for bread and posh mustard. Skip Posh Supermarket and head straight to Apocalyptical Supermarket.
It’s great, no queue at all and get in straight. Also, there’re far fewer people at this time of the day and it makes the shopping so much nicer and easier. I’m finally getting into the flow of navigating the supermarket and getting everything I need. No confusion, straight to the shelves I need and May’s big shop is done in less than an hour.
I include wine and chocolate (but far less than last time. A bit of moderation, please. Finding excuses to eat chocolate at any time of the day has been my favourite pastime of the last couple of weeks). As I’m paying, the same shopping assistant from the last time comes to me and asks for proof of ID. Expected. She gives me the same shocked face as the last time. Expected as well.
Yes. I am 29 years old. Not 19. Deal with it.
So far so good. Peaceful walk back home and stop by Apocalyptical Village to see if I can quickly get bread and posh mustard… hmm… the queue is longer. Bah. Can’t be bothered. I can see the local bakery has no queue so far, head in and buy a loaf of bread. Much better, actually.
Random Playlist is killing it this morning too. Never had so many Hanson songs in a row. Crazy teen-fan moment as I’m dragging my granny shopping trolley. So glad I’m wearing a mask, I can mimic all their songs at ease. My 15-year-old self is coming back from the depth to the surface. Oh. ‘Deeper’. It was my favourite song back then. Sis hated it, obviously. I would play the album version, the acoustic one, the concert one… I just LOVED that song.
I loved it so much to the extent that I even tried to learn the song with the guitar… I think everyone goes through the ‘I want to play the guitar’ phase at some point in their lives and some get through it and can learn to play it… while some others don’t.
I got the first to chords…and never progressed further. Thankfully, dad made good use of it.
Anyway, good memories.
And then, the best thing happens as I get home. I don’t feel anxious anymore. Oh wow. What a great feeling. And I realise it’s only 11 so I have plenty of time to disinfect, have a shower and prepare brunch at a reasonable time with no stress.
I don’t want to say it very loud but… I think I’m getting good at dealing with Apocalyptical Shopping Day. At least today.
Still feeling pretty active. Organise everything, disinfect and have a shower. Prepare a couple of toasts with cream cheese and half of an avocado, one-egg omelette, coffee and a couple of strawberries…
Chill, girl.
Coffee doesn’t kick in, though. I think my body and mind are pretty exhausted at this point. There’s some sun coming out of the clouds… spread the mat, arrange all the cushions and l lie under the rays of sun. Uh… this feels very nice.
I fall asleep within minutes for a good couple of hours. The first weekend nap of my quarantine.
Haven’t arranged any workshops tonight. Hideki and I have a meeting to arrange details for tomorrow and talk shop. Finish writing, grab a couple of dates (Best. Dates. Ever.) and warn Hideki that my brain is on thicko mode today. But as we’re talking about our project I can feel the motivation kicking in and go back to myself. Nothing like passion to wake myself up.
Speak to mom afterwards, she’s made a huge Spanish omelette… it looks so good. Nothing compared to the one-egg omelette I had a few hours ago. Oh well. It’s a question of priorities I guess. Can’t use so much olive oil or potatoes (or time in the kitchen). We speak for a while. She says Sis’ Boo is on duty at the hospital tonight if I want to call her. Oh cool, sister time. We say bye.
I’ll call her again tomorrow because it’s Mother Day in Spain.
Check up on Sis. She calls me straight away. We speak until midnight. My brain is definitely fried because I can’t even speak in Spanish. But it’s been a really good call, wouldn’t change a wink of sleep for a minute of our conversation.
Pass out as I put on my pyjamas.
Lights off. Ready for a peaceful sleep.