… Don’t get to practice yoga.
Today was a hard day.
I had a lot of fun at Zentangle last night, don’t get me wrong, but I had to work realllllly hard for it. I had to actively focus on staying present and remind myself to experience the moment. MV was extremely loud.
At 3 o’clock this morning, I woke up in a complete panic. I write pretty much anything here, but this time, let’s just say that, what happened next was EXTRAORDINARILY disordered. I only got about 2 hours of sleep all night.
I was frozen, and distracted all day at work. I had a cup of green tea in the morning, never once picked up my water bottle, and ate nothing all day.
I felt completely out of control. MV had on her boxing gloves and was beating the crap out of me… But Super Cuz had hers on too, and she was all queued up for a good fight.
SC: When do you see Dr. J again?
SC: Dr. J! When do you go back to see her?
Me: *trying hard to figure out if I know this Dr. J… FINALLY! I get there!* tomorrow
Later, SC sends me this gem
Stop it! Fuck off MV!!!!!
I didn’t practice.
* played with Avery
* figured out how to use the laundry card
* went to Wal-Mart to get some oil for my car and pick up a few things
We were bacteria at horrible and traumatic as far as food shopping goes.
A nice man in the parking lot helped me add the oil to my car.
When I draw lines, I feel the same kind of relief and contentment that I get from sorting my food.