Happy Monday! I feel like I got a lot done this weekend, which is motivating me to get a lot done this week as well.
My excitement for being motivated, however, has quickly been trumped by my co-workers inability to function at their jobs. If you are paid more than me and work in the same department, I shouldn’t have to tell you how to do EVERYTHING. Part of the deal is, you should already be able to do your job. Grr.
Still breathing.
Last night was great 🙂
Pilates this morning kicked my butt, which is fantastic!
Got a lot of errands done today.
And in general a lot of the things I had been putting off got completed.
Totally trying not to think about things.
Need to do a lot of yoga and keep myself occupied this week.
Breathe…
You cried, and you cried, and you cried wolf.
I’m holding on tight.
I’m making lists of things I meant but never said.
I’m wondering what you’re afraid of.
I’m a wishful thinker.
I’m acting intentionally.
tradition
Going to the Cleveland International Film Festival Pre-Party tonight at the Akron Civic Theater. I think Cristin and I are going to make it tradition! Unfortunately last year I didn’t actually make it to Tower City to see any of the films. Oh well. This year? Hopefully.
WTF coupons.
So I was trying to figure out what to eat today (a process that could literally take all day — and in the end I wouldn’t end up eating anything). I went through the drawer at my parents house that houses the take-out menus and coupons for local restaurants. My parents don’t get take-out very often… maybe once a month they’ll order a pizza… So explain to me why we have 400 pizza coupons?! I decided (well, my OCD decided) that I should clean out the coupon/menu drawer. Any coupons that were expired got tossed. However, most of these pizza “coupons” have no expiration date… this is because they always offer the specials with or without the coupon. So WTF are there four hundred pizza coupons? Heck if I know. And no, I did not throw them away… in fear that some non-regular-pizza-eating person would notice. I just neatly organized them (by food type – Pizza, Chinese, etc) and put them back into the drawer.
Yoga crying = all bad.
So today I cried during my packed 90-minute power yoga class. I’m not sure why. Well, maybe I have some clues as to why, but I mean I really cried. Weird.
I have had a rough day. Thinking a lot. Trying to manage a lot, both externally and internally. So far it’s been a struggle. I think I need to go on a vacation. Not a real vacation, because I don’t have time for that. But a vacation where I just go camping by myself for a weekend (or a night) and shut off my phone and do nothing. That would be nice.
And I’m scared. The end.