Samhain Thanksgiving Moon
Let myself get tired and hungry yesterday. No lunch before the drive in for the Sunday afternoon tour, then working through the time period for my nap. When I went through treatment for alcoholism, now over 35 years ago, the trainers taught us H.A.L.T. Hungry. Angry. Late. Tired. In recovery slips can happen and they would tend to happen, we were told, if any or more than one of these were present. They can come in clusters. Once hungry and tired, anger pops to the surface. Or, being late can create short temper. Anger can lead to lack of sleep. Being late can lead to skipped meals.
(When I found this graphic, I learned that I’d modified one word: the L stands for lonely. Loneliness doesn’t bother me and doesn’t happen to me too often, so I think I’ll let late stand. For me. I also was reminded that one other use of the acronym is to remind you what to do: HALT. Don’t do anything rash. Just slow down and figure things out.)
The effect on me yesterday? I gave myself a drubbing on the way home because my tour group didn’t clap. How silly in retrospect. These folks stayed with me, asked questions, showed interest to the end. The very definition, in my opinion, of a good tour. Still, by the time I got home, I’d done poorly, might just drop the whole thing. I was glad this morning, rested, calm, a good breakfast and up with plenty of time to get the day going, the very oppose of H.A.L.T. I could see yesterday’s slump for what it was, a symptom, not a diagnosis.
Today’s got good stuff in it. Again.
