It's midnight and my throat is still fucked. I should be sleeping, snoring along with Zenhead crashed out on my floor. Obviously, I am not. I am still coming down from the day.
These last few weeks have been a whirlwind of emotion, drama and re-acclimating. I don't recall ever having such a delay in my full return before. Part of me is enjoying it. I am being more daring then typical. Part of me wonders if this is a chemical imbalance issue and I need to watch it closely.
Most of me thinks with the ups come the downs, and I need to remember to pace myself.