Bliss

It hadn't ever really occurred to me that there was such a thing as too much “stress”. Input overload.

Had always been able to cope, potter along, deal with the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune .. with some semblance of equanimity.

It is really only these past few weeks that have delineated the difference. Have, of course, no idea of what REAL depression or happiness is, but my sense of self, and uplift, in period of time since March 21 and now - is remarkable.

Will reprint part of the entry in the diary for Friday, March 21 ..

Well, almost there. Slept in the Van last night and the house is almost empty.
Took a while to “de-organise” and get all the bits and pieces that I wanted keep
into the Van. Took a trailer load of furniture to the dump - $50.00 – but there
are still a few bits and pieces left over. The Van is full to overflowing, and
will have to do some further “culling” as time goes by and everything is
organised so that I can live “comfortably” within it. Odd, really, the enormous
sense of relief. Not that have managed to get through the whole process of the
chaos of moving out – more in the sense of discarding the past, the terrible
tentacles of so-called civilisation. The constant demands on me and my
time from other people, the endless tiptiptaptaptap on my mind from the demented
woodpecker of the phone – do this david, do that david, pay this david .. demand
demand demand. The landline phone has been disconnected, and the mobile is
switched off indefinitely. Woke this morning with the glimmering of hope for
freedom.

Much has happened since March 21, but have to say that I couldn't be happier.
[well, that is always relative .. perhaps I could be, will have to wait and see.]