For the past 2 weeks I’ve been seriously engaged to an unhealthy case of bronchitis, not that there is really a healthy case of bronchitis, which has put my depressive side of Bipolar Disorder somewhat lower that it has been. All I’ve done with any regularity is sleep, take meds and, well, cough. I haven’t been writing much, I haven’t even been writing my usual 100 Words entries, march bit the dust half way through and I haven’t started on April yet. It doesn’t look promising for that.
One thing I did manage to accomplish the completion of my yearmix 43 compilation CD. Since age 30 I’ve been making a mix CD(s) based on songs that had some meaning to me during that year. The songs are not necessarily new that year, they’re just songs from my life. This year’s collection is as follows:
Superman(It’s Not Easy) – Five For Fighting
Almost Home – Mary Chapin Carpenter
Brian Wilson – Barenaked Ladies
If You Were A Stone – Ron Pope
Nightswimming – REM
Mrs. Potter’s Lullaby – Counting Crows
Stay – Sugarland
The Scientist – Coldplay
It’s Been A While – Incubus
Over My Head(Cable Car) – The Fray
When I Grow Up – Garbage
Power of Two – Indigo Girls
Who Says You Can’t Go Home (with Jennifer Nettles) – Bon Jovi
Rain Pours Down – emmet swimming
All Too Well – Taylor Swift
So the sickness didn’t put me at a total loss.
I saw my therapist for the first time in 3 weeks today. It was a good, but somewhat short session, I guess I didn’t have a lot to talk about. I also bought 3 books today:
“Veronica Decides to Die” by Paulo Coelho – I just finished reading “The Alchemist”
“The Bible, A Story of God and all of Us” by Roma Downey and Mark Burnett
“Proof of Life, A Neurosurgeon’s Journey into the Afterlife” by Eben Alexander, M.D.
I’ll place a solid bookmark in my “standby” book, a biography of Bruce Springsteen and get started on one of these. It should be interesting, I’m stepping outside of my usual fare. The last three books I read were:
“The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho
“Divergent” by Veronica Roth
“Madness: A Bipolar Life” by Marya Hornbacher
So, I need to get back to writing more. I miss it. It feels like there is something missing and I believe that is it. I just need to think for a little while and let myself flow back into it.