I am slightly embarrassed to admit that I went to see Magic Mike (the movie) last night. It is about male strippers. I have to confess that I would do almost anything to see Channing Tatum dance. He is a force. We decided to think of it as Bimala’s bachelorette party (also embarrassing). The Gilson Theater in Winsted serves food which made it a party. Then I stayed up way too late watching the Olympics.
This morning as I was trying to surface from sleep, I dreamt/thought that my cat, Ivy, was peeing in the bed. As it turned out, it was not a dream. It is the third time this week, but we had suspected Precious, not Ivy. If I had heeded the warning sign – that half-asleep, dozing thought, -I could probably have avoided washing my bedding for the third time this week.
Then I went out to pull some weeds. A white-faced hornet was buzzing around me near the water spigot, but I ignored him and he stung me in the ankle. I am pretty allergic and had a major histamine reaction — itchy, swelling, a big whole body response. No epi pen, but close. Ankle now ballooned out like a bad sprain. If I had paid attention to his buzzing around me, I could probably have avoided that event too.
So this morning has me thinking about warning signs, and how good I seem to be at ignoring them, and why. Stress will do it, I think. It shuts down my awareness of what is flickering round the periphery because I am so hyperfocused on/peoccupied with a task.
I am more attuned to the warning signs with horses. The ears prick, head goes up, and there is a little surge of muscle under me if I am riding, or beside me if I am on the ground. I know better than to just plow ahead with a horse. Stop, pay attention, act accordingly.
Lessons learned, I hope.