W and I talked this morning over coffee. Normal talk on the kids, but then she mentioned she had talked to a real estate agent about some nearby housing that she could afford. I took it in total stride, just listening. Then she started telling me about how her new job (sales) was getting very hard - she said the hardest thing that she's ever had to do. I just listened. She said she is just so stressed out right now - that she is waking up in the middle of the night, heart rate up, and body clenched. That she was feeling tired and she also has a cold. That she hasn't been able to run outside, and running has been a major de-stressor the last couple of years. I asked her if she could get a run in today or tomorrow and she thought she could. I empathized with her and asked her if she should go get a massage and she said she was actually thinking about it.
I'm sure the D is adding to her stress, but I did not, and will not, make that connection. I'm done talking about the hows and whys of the D, and focusing on the when and what after (for me).
Felt good. Felt different. Need to go workout today and take care of me.
