Recovering from a burlesque show is a little like recovering from the flu; a small flu, but it still requires rest. One still feels as though hit by a bus. And the day after one (I) feel a bit better.
It went well! I didn't get injured! Those were the main things. Phenomenal crowd! As far as I know, there hasn't been any emotional fallout from S (he came to the show and supported, and brought a friend who is pretty protective of him in relationship to our issues) which I also take as a win. The entire time I thought I must be missing something...forgetting something...something was going to go wrong.... But actually, I didn't forget anything except to put my mic pack in my wig instead of putting it on my corset and I didn't beat myself up about it either. Enormous win for bupropion!
I've started listening to Untangled by Lisa Damour because I assume that hormones are due to hit anytime between next May and...the end of time. And I also assume that there are some unhealed parts (arrested development, maybe) that could benefit from some self-parenting. So far there have been some tears. I do want to steer away from enmeshment as best I can. And do want to enjoy healthy mother-daughter closeness until it becomes time for distance to develop. So.
Otherwise, I don't feel much like doing anything. I am! I'm doing the gross paperwork and booking the hotel in Omaha for if/when I graduate, and doing the dishes and folding the laundry and headed out to volunteer at the Parkinson's "boxing" class this afternoon. The quotes are because I don't think the person teaching it is planning on it being very structured. At least, as per what they said the last time I saw them.
Okay. Time to find and/or generate motivation.
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