No bed of roses

Clouds and sprinkles this morning but I walked around the reservoir. I've been thinking about the things that keep me centered and calm. When I drift away from the core activities, my stress and anxiety rise. They are: walks with Levar, preferably in the morning, sleep, nutritious food, writing here, classical morning, jazz/low fi hip hop afternoon, Wordle after lunch, lists and tasks on the calendar to do them, showers at night, my bedtime reflections. I'd like to work yoga into the list but I'm not going to stress about it! I've also recognizing that I can only handle one extra thing per day, only one major thing per week. Always aware of how many straws are on my back, how many rats in my guts.

Yesterday I went in to renew my drivers license. I had to wait even though I had a reservation. I found an empty part of the room to sit in with my mask. The actual process went smoothly. I realized that I don't have an actual SS card. The card that I've held onto, that my mother held onto, is just the stub from the card to keep at home. I feel like I've never seen the actual card. Soon I will have a new card and a new Federal ID. Soon I will be 57.

Last year at this time, I thought we would have a screening party of the Greatest Showman at the Coolidge. That is not to be as we hit the Spring wave. Kowabunga. Maybe 2023?