Getting Brave

Tonight I got out of my house — something I rarely do on Mondays, but as I said, I’ve been feeling better.  I got on my bicycle.  OK, so I only rode it downhill, loaded it on the bus’ bike rack, and went downtown.  But I was planning on staying out later than the bus could get me home, and as unskilled as my legs are, a bike would be better than walking (at least downhill).

I went to a meeting of Asheville Radical Mental Health Collective, a group I helped found several years ago… but had not been to for at least 2 years, probably longer.  I have had some problems holding onto my energy at meetings if one particular person was there.  I thought I might be strong enough to handle it anyhow.

I got there early (6:30).  A couple of people came in shortly after, both their first time.  Eventually there were 6 people, one of whom claimed to have met me before.  All my friends, and that one person, were not in attendance.  About 8:00 someone I actually knew came in.  We had a good time, as always I was afraid I was monopolizing things but it seemed that what I knew and what I am was needed.  After the meeting, the last person to come in offered me a ride home, he had a pickup truck so I could just throw my bike in the back.

So I took care of myself, took a couple risks, and everything worked out in the end.  I did talk to three of my old ARMHC friends on the phone — two before the meeting, one after I got home.

Yay me!  Maybe I’ll try again next week.

I don’t have anything on my schedule except for Thursday, so I might take some time and get outside tomorrow and Wednesday — although Thursday is also likely to be payday which means the stress of paying bills.  I had a major good thing happen with my parents the other day, but best to keep that to ourselves, just letting you know that good things are happening.

Hugs,
Me

Comment (1)

  1. Broom_Service

    Yay you!!! I’m so glad that good things are happening. I hope they continue to happen for you always.

    Reply

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