Breaking Free, Post #2

9/17/17 was the day I started rejournaling....and thought of the significance of day 17 for me.  Day of release from prison.

New day. Yes indeed. 4:00 a.m. though. Seems a bit early.  Maybe I am living on not "Tulsa time", but Florida time or East coast at least?

What valuable thing was I wanting to share here?

Anyone else ever feel like you have a book burning within you?  Or at least a whole jumble of words that need to come out of your head so you can get some peace and quiet or rest?

There have been some lovely small breakthroughs for me personally of late that I am noticing and hereby recording:

kitchen talk with ma-in-law, friendly, copacetic, non-threatening (it CAN be done!) including declarations of breakthrus going on for them also!
upbeat day despite moody teen, demanding kinderaged amazing girl
whole hour phonecall with bff from 20 years ago- I DID get a wee bit guilty as the covered-in-sidewalk-chalk blue handed imp whined slightly for not having full audience participation.
some creative juices flowing
freedoms resurfacing/fighting to take ground

synchronicity: timely divine opps. such as driving separately to church on Sunday allowed me to encourage at least 3 ladies, praying with each one individually and receiving awesome words from others; free swimsuit and swimdress for Luli from the thrift store;

What's next?  IT'S ALL GOOD!

Peppermint, Lavendar, Eucalyptus and now biofreeze

To blog is to let the racing thoughts cool out.  Or is that the biofreeze on my neck, bathrobe and yes, even hair- oops! talking? 

Migraine, it must've been.  What eventually was either an incredibly slow-acting, albeit expired in February or so, acetaminophen dose or else the lovely combo of prayer, peppermint, lavendar and eucalyptus oils, finally shut that trainwreck on my head off at about 11:30 p.m. Awakening at 3ish amidst strong dreams in what has been a slight pattern, I am happy to report only a level 1 or 2 at present.  Thoughts of folk I've known who suffer from migraines popped thru my brain.  THAT is a REAL nightmare.

I have not bothered (too chicken at present) to re-read any of my previous posts, but find it interesting to have the same possible biorhythms operating once again.  Ah, words.  You say potato, I say po-TAH-to.  You say creative, I say watch out for insomnia...but maybe that's just because in the past it was "You say bi-polar, I say HELP! Skip the labels and just help me." Thankfully that was quite a long time ago now.

I still wonder how many folk go thru sleep deprivation.  It seems accepted as a rite of passage almost lately.  Hope the oils help someone out there!

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