my favorite color; 5/13/2013 Though I had high hopes for myself last night, as I always do, I fell short of accomplishing most of my goals... as I usually do. Don't get me wrong - I accomplish a lot, but I set the bar pretty high.
Work all day
Debrief meeting for the last Bellydance v. Burlesque show (Sept 27th, save the date! More info to come!)
Buy organizational items for the overabundance of costume-related items strewn about the house
...and that's where my plans derailed.
Instead I pouted and took a walk to a park and sat on a swing. This is where I discovered pendulum-pouting, which is a great way to feel crappy in your brain, heart, and your stomach.
I found a flower that is my favorite color, though, so I picked it and carried it home in my hair like the good old days back in SE (see photo right) when I took myself on springtime walks all the time, and looked forward every year to walking past my neighbor's yard, where they grew my favorite color.
When I arrived home I was way behind on my plans but was able to get a vigorous workout in, and practiced some fan moves. It took an hour to gather up my things that were, embarassingly, left all over the house while there were guests. Now it is a giant pile of stuff on the floor of my room, where it is tangled up in a huge mess of wrinkled, bunching fabric and accessories. It makes me feel very anxious and upset to have that mess there waiting for me.
No time for the bath I planned to take with the epsom salts I bought along with the organizational tools. Priorities.
Work all day
Debrief meeting for the last Bellydance v. Burlesque show (Sept 27th, save the date! More info to come!)
Buy organizational items for the overabundance of costume-related items strewn about the house
...and that's where my plans derailed.
Instead I pouted and took a walk to a park and sat on a swing. This is where I discovered pendulum-pouting, which is a great way to feel crappy in your brain, heart, and your stomach.
I found a flower that is my favorite color, though, so I picked it and carried it home in my hair like the good old days back in SE (see photo right) when I took myself on springtime walks all the time, and looked forward every year to walking past my neighbor's yard, where they grew my favorite color.
When I arrived home I was way behind on my plans but was able to get a vigorous workout in, and practiced some fan moves. It took an hour to gather up my things that were, embarassingly, left all over the house while there were guests. Now it is a giant pile of stuff on the floor of my room, where it is tangled up in a huge mess of wrinkled, bunching fabric and accessories. It makes me feel very anxious and upset to have that mess there waiting for me.
No time for the bath I planned to take with the epsom salts I bought along with the organizational tools. Priorities.
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