Questions

My over-developed questioning nature has received quite allot of psychotherapy and still requires a massive drawer in my therapy toolbox to hold my ground in the swirling fog of my mental illness. It's okay to question, but not to the point of second-guessing myself into another psychotic break. Balance in all things.

Today is day one of a 3 day weekend from kindergarten and second grade. The mood onboard this little ship of fools carries a temptation to be grateful for the break, but still overly anxious over the question of whether the Corona powers will permit school to resume on Tuesday. It has only been around 20 months since our first Spring Break ended in a global shutdown. The Corona powers are still threatening stricter laws and meaner enforcement. Days off remain ? ? ? Questionable? Ominous? Masked? Socially distant? The source of far more questions than answers.

Plying therapy tools. . .

I'm tempted to leave the mood icon squarely on okay. The therapy tools seem to be working and the lazy mood onboard our ship of fools is downright nummy. Carpe diem. Let Tuesday answer its own questions.