New day -- yippee ki yi yay
Are you familiar with that idea of "recovery"?
No, not the kind that takes 12 steps, as in "I'm in recovery" but the idea of taking breaks in order to manage your energy more efficiently? Yesterday was my recovery day. My day to set aside a chunk of time and find my way out of feeling completely insane. I left a message on my sweetie's cellphone while he was up in the air, and said something about hoping he's not still mad at me and I was going to snap out of being so crazy, etc.
I did a couple of work-related things but no actual writing. I did a little cleaning, but nothing too energy-sapping. And I got a tarot reading done -- it was superb!! Yay! For starters, I got good cards only -- nothing about struggling, learning, growing, hard work, deception, hanged-men, etc. It was all about opportunity, plus I got my very most favorite card in the deck: The 9 of Cups! Yay!
Since I was completely alone for the first time in 3 weeks, I tried to spend the evening just doing what I love best: I opened a really nice bottle of red, I made popcorn, and I planted my quite comely behind in front of the TV and watched William Powell, one of my all-time favorite people in the known universe, living or dead, in two Thin Man movies.
And even though everything was in my favor, none of it felt very satisfying b/c I missed my sweetie. When I had finally given up on all of it -- the popcorn, the wine, and William Powell -- and was alone in the king-sized bed, fast-forwarding through Debbie Does Dallas, my sweetie finally called me from his hotel room in Vegas.
He said, "You would love this hotel room! It's huge and all blond wood and Danish Modern."
"Oh god, I hate you!! I can't stand it!"
"Well, I'm going to hate you next month, when you're off in your hotel room in New York City."
"But that's not the same," I insisted. I'm not quite sure why it's not the same but for some reason, I am convinced that it's not the same thing. However, the following month, we'll be off to Ft. Lauderdale together and then on to our little cruise to the Bahamas. So nobody will have to hate anybody at that point.
Okay! Today is all about getting back to work. Enough recovery. I have editing to do and miles to go before I sleep! Thanks for visiting, gang. Hope you have a productive recovery day, wherever you are! See ya real soon..
No, not the kind that takes 12 steps, as in "I'm in recovery" but the idea of taking breaks in order to manage your energy more efficiently? Yesterday was my recovery day. My day to set aside a chunk of time and find my way out of feeling completely insane. I left a message on my sweetie's cellphone while he was up in the air, and said something about hoping he's not still mad at me and I was going to snap out of being so crazy, etc.
I did a couple of work-related things but no actual writing. I did a little cleaning, but nothing too energy-sapping. And I got a tarot reading done -- it was superb!! Yay! For starters, I got good cards only -- nothing about struggling, learning, growing, hard work, deception, hanged-men, etc. It was all about opportunity, plus I got my very most favorite card in the deck: The 9 of Cups! Yay!
Since I was completely alone for the first time in 3 weeks, I tried to spend the evening just doing what I love best: I opened a really nice bottle of red, I made popcorn, and I planted my quite comely behind in front of the TV and watched William Powell, one of my all-time favorite people in the known universe, living or dead, in two Thin Man movies.
And even though everything was in my favor, none of it felt very satisfying b/c I missed my sweetie. When I had finally given up on all of it -- the popcorn, the wine, and William Powell -- and was alone in the king-sized bed, fast-forwarding through Debbie Does Dallas, my sweetie finally called me from his hotel room in Vegas.
He said, "You would love this hotel room! It's huge and all blond wood and Danish Modern."
"Oh god, I hate you!! I can't stand it!"
"Well, I'm going to hate you next month, when you're off in your hotel room in New York City."
"But that's not the same," I insisted. I'm not quite sure why it's not the same but for some reason, I am convinced that it's not the same thing. However, the following month, we'll be off to Ft. Lauderdale together and then on to our little cruise to the Bahamas. So nobody will have to hate anybody at that point.
Okay! Today is all about getting back to work. Enough recovery. I have editing to do and miles to go before I sleep! Thanks for visiting, gang. Hope you have a productive recovery day, wherever you are! See ya real soon..
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