Open Tabs

I slept late this morning and then luxuriated in bed, cleaning up the open internet tabs on my phone.

I rarely think to bookmark things and simply leave them open for “later” – whenever that is. Scrolling my open tabs is quite the archeological dig through my own brain and strange interests.

There are state parks to visit and quirky restaurants in places I might visit someday. There are things I have looked up and intended to tell you about like a ghost mural from last September’s trip to Philadelphia.

There are a bunch of stories and websites about slow living while working full time, about analog living, and about how winds of political change are impacting mental health and human compassion. There are websites devoted to writing prompts that sound great but that I haven’t used yet.

There are recipes and nutrition plans, stuff about knee pain, and sleeping better. Material for a book that I’m attempting to get off the ground and stories about how slavery nearly was ended in 1846 mingle with music videos and blogs about celebrating our accents rather than trying to neutralize our regional dialects. There are ideas for a monthly work project and an eBay listing for a 1940s Admiral radio that I like but don’t need to buy.

There are LOTS of recipes that need to either be printed or copied onto recipe cards

I started out with 240 open tabs this morning and have it whittled down to 150. Probably 25 of those are recipes that I may try to deal with today. One is a vegetarian gravy that I have made several times and enjoy. It deserves a spot in the recipe box. The Mexican Alphabet Soup recipe I evidently found last winter looks like it deserves a try!

Are these open tabs hurting anything? Probably not. It also wouldn’t hurt to have a better way of organizing them either.

As I scrolled through this mess on my phone it made me marvel at how my mind works and made me wonder how many “tabs” are open in my actual brain. It’s no wonder I can’t focus on anything with all the diverse interests, ongoing projects and streams of thought that run in so many different directions.

Wonder if there’s a website to help organize it all in my mind. Maybe I’ll go look……

Have a good Saturday, friends!

Exhaustion

I am tired. Mentally and physically tired.

This is partly of my own doing since I have been out adventuring as much as possible in recent weeks. I stayed home Saturday to clean my house and did too much in a single day. Yesterday, I volunteered for Patriot Day, dragging myself home tired and sore after a day of physical labor.

So, yeah, I have been asking for it.

I continue experiencing symptoms associated with my thyroid and suspect that some of my trouble is related to this ongoing issue. But I try not to think about that as I’m actually sick of life revolving around the whims of this obnoxious little gland. I would make a terrible hypochondriac given how I prefer to just ignore an issue than dwell on it.

So, here I am. Thinking that this needs to be a quiet week. Hoping that this will be a quiet week.

I badly want to go back to this place pictured above. It’s a trail in Cook Forest State Park in Pennsylvania. It’s incredibly peaceful, stunning in its beauty. Restorative.

Luckily, I have plenty of forest nearby where I hope to go this week to mend my mind and soul. I believe in the healing power of solitude in wilderness. If I can walk without cringing tonight, I plan to be out on the trail amidst the trees and birds and meandering streams. At least for a while.

Sometimes we need to simply give ourselves a break and do the thing that gives us peace.