Yesterday was amazing. I woke up and had several things happen that would normally be triggers for a breakdown or at least a need for Xanax. Things that would even make a “normal” person go, “ARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHH! You’ve got to be kidding me!!!!” But, incredibly, I felt nothing. I was calm. I told myself, “It’s no big deal.” And, I realized with each incident, that it really was not a big deal!
So, once the kids were out the door and to school, I felt elated, to say the least. I was meeting a friend for breakfast, then another friend for lunch, and several friends for a crop that evening. I had several things to look forward to, several errands to run, and without a second thought, I took off in the car. People cut me off, I smiled. (It actually happened so many times yesterday morning, I laughed. Not maniacally, but light-hearted.)
At this point, I called my parents and told them I was having a great day. I said, “I don’t know if it’s just a great day or a little mania, but I’m going to enjoy the ride while it lasts.”
I got to hit several stores before breakfast. Even went into Sam’s to pick up my photos, but it was too early and the Photo Center was still closed. “Oh, well, no big deal. I can go back later.” I moved on.
When my friend and I had breakfast, I know I did not do all the talking. I asked her questions, listened to her stories, and laughed. A lot.
Finished up my errands, met my friend for lunch. Again, I did not babble. (I don’t think I did, at least.) I listened as well as talked. We even had some moments of silence as we enjoyed our lobster bisque and I didn’t feel the need to fill that with humorous stories of my incredible life.
Came home, talked with the kids, took a shower, hubby came home, and I laid down for a nap. Took a very short one. Made dinner for the family, and still felt fabulous!
I went to the crop and set a time to leave, so that I wouldn’t be paying for it this morning. (Not enough sleep = bad bad day later) I had a wonderful time and again noticed I did not monopolize the conversation. (Of course, my friends read this blog and will probably correct me in the comments, so we’ll see if I am right or just imagined the whole “perfect guest” thing) I left pretty close to my scheduled time, came home and went to bed.
And excellent, awesome, fabulous day, to say the least. I haven’t felt this good in a long time. I’ve decided not to analyze it. After all, right after I left the looney bin, the psychiatrist said, “It’s a grey area when trying to figure out if you are just in a great mood or slightly manic. The difference is that after the manic episode will come the depression.” All righty, then.
So far so good. Of course, I haven’t even had my coffee. And all my “triggers” have left the house for the morning. If nothing else, it was a good ride while it lasted!