Dutch Lock Down Day One Hundred Thirty Six

[Taking Time After A Rough Day]

Yesterday was a bit rough and I can tell that I’m in recovery mode today as I slept in past my alarm clock and I’m LITERALLY moving slower.

And that’s totally okay.

But first the news:

It’s a little fuzzier to think, too, but I’m taking it all in stride. This is what depression and emotional instability are like – it’s rough in the middle of it and it’s slower in recovery mode, but I will heal and stabilise over time.

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Dutch Lock Down Day One Hundred Thirty Five

[Today Was Kinda Rough]

It started with a call from IT.

I couldn’t reset my laptop password. I mean, I could in recovery mode, but it would be overwritten once the operating system loaded. Or something loaded.

I hacked on it until I figured out that it was resetting the local password to match the Active Directory password which is SUPER creepy, but I guess that makes it easier to monitor my system help me when something’s wrong.

Awesome.

But first the news:

The good news is that not only was the root cause discovered, but it was ‘resolved’ in that it’s a feature, not a bug; I wrote it up so it’s ACTUALLY DOCUMENTED and moved on.

Because, really, once I know the root cause, I am chill.

Sort of.

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Dutch Lock Down Day One Hundred Thirty

[Poor Old Left]

When I started dance, I took mostly ballet classes with a few modern, tap, flamenco, and jazz classes on the side. But ballet was six days a week Monday through Saturday and I was GOOD.

Then I went to undergrad at the University of Southern Mississippi and while I was still damn good at ballet, it became OBVIOUS how much I sucked at EVERYTHING ELSE.

While the program required ballet and modern, pretty much all other dance forms were optional including JAZZ.

And I SUCKED.

But first the news:

So why did I return to that jazz class year after year, semester after semester?

BECAUSE I SUCKED.

And the teacher was AMAZING.

She had a saying, everytime we did the second side and she knew it would suck – left is never as good as right – she’d lament, “Poor Old Left”

And we’d ATTACK it.

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Dutch Lock Down Day One Hundred Twenty Six

[And Then I Broke Some Toes]

I know, right?

But first the news:

The good news is that the stomach thing seems to be entirely over.

The bad news is that I stubbed my toes this morning.

The ugly news is that they haven’t stopped hurting since.

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Dutch Lock Down Day One Hundred Twenty Five

[Not Feeling Well, Warriors]

Hopefully it’s just a one day thing.

Maybe it’s because I have two speaking engagements next week. Maybe it’s just a twenty four hour bug. Maybe it’s food poisoning from that damn tuna salad at lunch.

Either way, I’m headed back to bed.

With a bucket.

Again.