Praise Buddha, the heat wave has finally broken. Not before we matched our hottest temperature ever: 112F. Y’know, if I wanted to live in the fuckin’ desert, I would have moved to Las Vegas. Now it’s a much more normal 90F-ish, but we traded almost living on the surface on the Sun to actually being there: wind and fire. Tropical Storm Lee stirred up what lay dormant all summer with fierce winds, setting ablaze to places very close to home. Many people have lost their homes over the last few days, and one of the closest state parks has been all but decimated. The air is filled with the smell of the world’s largest campfire, and the sky is white with smoke. My little girl is afraid that fires are going to sweep our city, and I’m having a hard time convincing her otherwise.
I know everything will be okay, but it’s hard to tell myself that when virtually every square inch of the city and areas surrounding are the color of toast. The combination of one of the worst droughts in history and one of the worst heat waves in history has done very, very bad things to Texas. I was brought to tears in recent weeks as I wondered when the heat would end. I am still brought to tears occasionally as I wonder when it will rain again. I swear that when it does, I may very well strip naked and raise my hands to the sky in gratitude and supplication to whatever deity has sought to bring us water.
In the personal meantime, my exercise routine has gone to complete and utter shit. I can’t imagine why. I mean, who wants to go jogging when it’s 105F or more outside? The heat completely sapped my energy and I have been waiting and waiting for Hell to leave what is usually our little slice of Heaven here in Central Texas. And it finally has! The temperature dropped to the 60s at night and mere 90s in the day. I never thought I’d be grateful for 93F. It feels heavenly. My little girl requested a sweater this morning!
And so it is time for me to get my shit together again. I have returned to karate class, where I have finally gotten a couple of my kata right after weeks of working on them. I haven’t returned to running or the gym yet, but I’ll get there. You might wonder why I couldn’t get myself to an air-conditioned gym, but then again you’ve probably never experienced heat like we have. It changes everything. All you want to do is curl up on the couch. No more, though. I actually feel like doing something again, so I will.
Headmeat-wise, I’m still not entirely happy, and I realize I may not be for many more months. It takes more than a year for some people to stabilize and get their particular cocktail of drugs just right. Mostly I’m dealing with a lot of resentment, and sometimes it spills over into the rest of my life. I’m approaching my 40th birthday, and I’m not happy about it at all. I feel I have absolutely nothing to show for all of these years trodding about on Planet Earth, with the exception of my daughter and husband. My henna art business is shot, I can’t afford to go to school, I can’t afford to go anywhere, jeez, I can’t even afford to replace the light on my fishtank right now. And I’m dealing with some of the same problems that dogged my parents. I feel like a complete and utter failure.
Then again, I look outside and see the smoke rising from the nearest large town and think that I’m being selfish for thinking that way. Many people now have nothing, and would probably be very happy to have what I do.
That’s me: always able to find a way to flog myself.
I have the sensation that the Universe is removing various things from my life to make room for others, and when it’s done, it will start filling it up again. I also think I should focus on what I do have and enjoy. Family. Cats. An approaching birthday that will be filled with friends. A job where I am well and truly appreciated. A mostly healthy body that is very strong. An outstanding mind. Good health practitioners that are taking good care of me. Doctor Who. 😀
The fires of my mind and the fires of my homeland will go out soon. As I reminded my friends on Facebook with a picture of our city from just last February in which our fair town was blanketed in snow, it will end. Money won’t always be the bane of our existence, my brain won’t always be the bane of MY existence, I’ll get that fishtank light replaced, and it will rain. By Goddess, it will rain, and I’ll sit on the porch and watch it come down. Though I probably won’t be naked. 🙂