I had one of those weekends....Thursday, Friday and Saturday (yay - that's a weekend now!) I expended all of energy, got things done, worked out, caught up with friends - and then on Sunday I crashed. Made it to the sermon part of church, bought flaky butter croissants, and then buried myself in the NYT, my laptop and a few more episodes of Deadwood. That should be a great day. To Pablo, it most certainly is - and he relishes it. How very Spanish of him.
I, on the otherhand, look at the clock and say, geesh, you're a lazy girl kate, time to summon some energy and "get things done." Yes, that's my battle cry. So much for relishing a little quiet time.
(Too bad I'm not applying that mantra to the job search. Instead, the need to do those two cover letters is nawing at me ruthlessly.)
So I got grumpy with myself, and then him, and woke up in a cruddy mood. I'm pulling myself out of it. Giving C. a massage this morning helped immensely. There's something about kneeding through other peoples stuff (tension and stress riddles muscles that is) that puts mine in perspective.
It's another rainy day...and perhaps that's why I'm a little sanguine. I'm also exicted and nervous about my Unravelling course. I think it's going to be marvelous, but looking at all of the fantastic women who are oozing creativity has me feeling a little less. Knowing that that's not at all what the class is about doesn't quiet my competative side as it should.
All of this mess of emotion and doubt is a good place to remind myself to be still, to be gentle, and to be grateful. Tomorow is a big day, and I need to surrond myself with happy thoughts. Much awaits (to do and to enjoy) and for everything thing, there truly is a season. The rain will end soon.
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