I had a panic attack today.
I taught a yoga class. I practiced yoga. I had went and had pie with friends, and then I felt like my heart would explode.
I went for a walk. I called my husband. I felt like I forgot something. Like there’s something that’s painfully obvious to everyone else, but I don’t know what it is.
I still felt like I was going to die. So, I put music on, and I laid in the fetal position for a while. I felt better. This song is my jam right now.
I taught another class. It was okay. I probably put too much pressure on myself to say profound shit, when people just want to move and breathe and lay the fuck down.
I’ve been eating this dang Whole 30 shit all week and my BMs are great and I have energy. But I also have been binge watching three seasons of The Great British Baking Show because I think I like to live on the edge. I stopped on the way home for a 6 dollar bottle of wine and some cheese dip.
The WeCroak app gave me a Tomas Transtromer quote, but I didn’t understand it so I asked my husband about it. (He and Tomas are both poets.) He wasn’t familiar with the poem, but I looked it up and read it to him.
He loved it.
I still don’t know what it means.