I’ve been in far worse shape physically and in a lot more pain, and in a far worse situation in terms of money and immigration status. But heartbreak does some funny things to you in destroying your ability to find your usual fighting spirit. I had trouble dragging myself out of bed today, and decided that I needed a goal to spend some time outside: I went on a quest for hazelnut crunch gelato at one of my regular gelato haunts in the city. Every step walking towards the place felt like someone had punched me in the gut. Even the wild and energetic drummer at the street corner near the mall didn’t make me feel better today. I usually feel like he’s a co-conspirator and always get an energy boost when I hear him hammering away and yelling as I pass by.
The hazelnut crunch flavour typically only makes a guest appearance at this place. It’s often not available. Today it was, and I was very grateful. It was fantastic as always, and I walked away feeling deeply satisfied and significantly happier. Today is an uncharacteristically warm day, and eating gelato was exactly the right sort of activity to pursue.
I think I’m going to follow up the success of that excursion with some work on music, and hopefully I’ll start feeling a little more functional this evening. I know this will pass.