Shaking off my Friday Night Funk

This was the message which set off alarm bells and caused some to ask “what’s wrong?”

What led me to feel this way and resulted in me turning into the KFC drive-thru?

Work. More specifically, continuously feeling like I am hitting my head against a brick wall for initiatives which will make the employees better.

So I left work Friday pissed, so pissed that the only thing I felt could help me blow off steam was junk. (I paid dearly next day for having eaten the crappy food.). And I felt like I wanted to detach from the world.

After a few messages and calls Friday and Saturday, I did the self talk, dusted myself off and decided not to wallow. The other thing which shifted my perspective was overhearing a conversation between two ladies on Saturday night. 

“[Name of man friend] is always drunk. Drunk every day. He is verbally abusive to me.” πŸ˜”

Well, life is not so bad for me then.

I made an effort to get out and about this weekend. And no. I didn’t go to the beach. It would have made my mind still and inevitably lead me back to thinking about the incident which led to my Friday Night Funk. I needed to keep busy. So here’s what I did…

  • Marked mid term assignments. Only 15.
  • Went to the office on Saturday for about 5 hours from circa 4 p.m. It’s so peaceful and quiet. Got a lot done.
  • Went to the Supermarket after work.
  • Sunday, went up in the back garden. Happily there were some open low lying ackees which the stick could reach. 

Ackees

  • Put clothes to wash then headed to the gym. But while on the way, decided I wanted a pedicure. The time available meant I could only do 15 minutes exercise. I cycled for 3 minutes, then foam rolled and stretched. Some thing is better than nothing, init?
  • Got a good pedicure and a leg massage as a bonus.

Pedicure

Green Tea with Lemongrass. Soothing.

    • I couldn’t go back home just yet. Had to let the polish dry. So, in my track suit pants and slippers, I went to the cricket ground. Windward Islands Volcanoes was playing T&T Red Force. Imagine I didn’t know cricket was playing here. That is to tell you how snowed under I have been. A fella made a century soon after I got there.

    Cricket, lovely cricket

    Had to find food. What? No macaronie pie? I asked the lady if she didn’t know that Sundays mean pie!! She had soup though. What? No dumplings!!! Are you kidding me???πŸ˜•

    Cow heel soup

    • Sat and ate it in the stands while fending off an old man who kept asking me for my number. Playful banter. His friends told him to stop harrassing me. But being at a cricket match stirs up these warm and fuzzy feelings in me so I wasn’t bothered.
    • Home time, but not before stopping on the road side for a coconut. Grenadians call it ‘waternut’

    Coconut

    Coconut jelly

    • Back home, time to clean, cook, eat and read.

    Ackee, salmon, bammy and plantain

    Prepared my lunch pan for Monday, feeling quite satisfied with how the weekend had been spent. Saw this horoscope for Libra in the papers. It seemed appropriate.

    Libra

    Feeling grateful for all the love and concern shown. Thanks! πŸ–’πŸ–’πŸ€—πŸ€—

    #Dream last night was so real, it’s uncanny!

    Haagen Daz, carrot cake, chocolate cake, groundnut cake…..they all must have contributed to the very vivid dream I had last night.

    Vignettte 1

    Happened to pass by outside of a media personality’sΒ house. She was dressed up and so was her daughter (Right before I had gone to bed, I had strolled through my Instagram feed and saw a picture of her at NDTC). Although in real life, I don’t know her except on Social Media, we had a nice chat. Then I had somewhere to get to, so I left after a few minutes.

    Vignette 2

    SawΒ a girl who was a year above me at secondary school. In real life she is married. In the dream, she introduced me to her husband and a son. I don’t know if she has a son in real life. When she was introducing me, she said “this is my son….we have two helpers, one for him and one for us.” She said it again during the conversation, which took place at a dining table. I got the impression that the teen was messy (like….duh….weren’t we all?). I left her because I had somewhere to go. (“I have things to do!”)

    Vignette 3

    This was the scariest part, but in a way, I knew it was going to be ok in the end (just like how I think about things in life..so me doh worry.). Β So I am driving and I see two roads. I take the one I think will get me there without traffic. I thought I had hit a gold mine when after passing some houses and no car, there was nice smooth Obama-like roads! Β Then the road turned into dirt. What that????? It was descending, I was driving fast, and it appeared that there was nowhere on either side for me to run off to. i.e. either precipice or water on either side. Me doh remember.

    When the road descended into a dark place like a cave, still on a dirt road, I had to stop and did. I got out and went to the edge and looked down. There was Dr Carolyn Gomes in a yellow hard hat with a lot of other peeps down below. Looked like they were excavating. Maybe they were in a gold mine??? :) They were about to help me with ropes and such the like, when I woke up.

    (Don’t ask. Story of my dreams. Very vivid. Very colourful.)

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    Paris Hilton…I like your spirit

    “That’s hot” :)

    Was listening to her on Wendy Williams talking about all the things she is involved with. Apart from being a hotel heir, she has a perfume line, she has tons of stores in Asia and Europe and she gets paid A LOT of money to DJ. Part of the segment was about some sour graped DJs saying that she just come and imagine she getting more money than them.

    I like Paris Hilton’s spirit because she is clearly about coming alive in this life, having fun and havingΒ her hands in a lot of pies. Eat on Paris.

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    I wouldn’t call myself religious, however, having grown up in Sunday School and Youth Church, I would like to think I still have some modicum of spirituality in me (that is another blog post sometime). I can’t recall if I have ever given up anything for Lent, however, as this year is the second one where I am trying to discover and try new experiences, I was seriously Β thinking about what I could bear to give up.

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    Grand Anse beach, Grenada. Enjoy!

    Idyllic….picture perfect

    If you could sail off in any of these boats, where would you ask it to take you?

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