Stuck In a Bad Phase? Please do this…

Hilltop countryside wanderings

When each day seems to be monotonous repetition of the last…

It can make you pretty miserable, feeling as though nothing is ever going to change for the better, it can be hard to shift your outlook  by staying in the situation.

Sometimes the only way to break into a new phase is to literally get out of the place you spend all your time in.

Last weekend I got in the car and drove away from the town I live in.

It was only a temporary get away, but the fresh country air and (seemingly) never ending desert roads made short work of my clouded and blocked mental state.

I would recommend a mini adventurous escape to anybody feeling stuck in a rut or a bad mental phase. Even if all you can manage is a day trip to somewhere new, or even a place you haven’t been in a long time.

Hilltop countryside wanderings2

Daily Promt: Escape the Phase.

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If We Were Having Coffee…

coffee outside black and white

I’d ask you if you have ever had to stay strong when you felt the complete opposite.

I imagine most of you would say yes. I would then ask you to elaborate…Perhaps we could share some funny stories. Like the time I was so upset with a situation, that I went and brushed my teeth… my response to the stress and sadness was so strange that it I ended up laughing at myself.

I guess little things like that can be a relief to the pressure during hard times?

If you have ever experienced relief from a negative feeling or situation in a bizarre unrelated way, please feel free to share! 🙂

#weekendcoffeeshare

Ghost

insomnia

It was the worst insomnia I had ever had.

I remember having dreams once, dreams that I was afraid I would never wake from. But this was just the opposite, living in a waking world that you could never escape from through the immunity of deep sleep.

When I went out, I felt like a ghost among the living,

like a part of the old forgotten farmland that had now been built over with upper middle class housing where corporate cars seemed perpetually parked in the clean white concrete driveways that lead up to the sterile magazine perfect homes.

I would wander the shore of the beach that took on the name of the town to which it fringed,

seeing the young people wade in her waters, couples wander her shores. It was like watching a remake of an old film , same story, new actors. None of it real, and me, watching from a place that I could not be seen or known by the characters as they played out their pre-written fates. The thought that they might respond if I reached out through the film like static that gauzed my eyes, to touch somebody, or speak to them, seemed like a foreign and vague notion. I refrained from such foolery and stuck to transactional conversations only when absolutely necessary.

“Dunhill blue, 20’s please”
“That’s 24 dollars”
“Thanks”

Waiting for the transaction to register through the eftpos machine was  long, quiet and dizzying.

The moment it cleared I began to walk out of the little store, avoiding eye contact with the clerk and the other customers and ignoring the man behind the counter as he attempted to offer me the small white square paper of the printed out receipt.

What I didn’t know…

shredded black

I used to wonder why ripped denim was only ripped on one side, e.g all the distress at the front and perfectly respectable at the back.

shredded black denim

The jeans (above) are shredded at the front, and the back. I now understand.

It took me 20 minutes to get them on… my feet kept getting stuck in the slits!

They definitely aren’t the ‘jump out of bed and chuck on’ kind of jeans. So while they may be aesthetically devil-may-care you really do need to care to take the effort to get them on.

There is a technique to all this which I only discovered once my frustration died down.