Critical Thinking

Wednesday * SEVEN Woke to dreams of two men in my life — one past, one present. Out of reach and out of character. Interesting. Pondering how to piece the symbolism together. He and I together in the early morning. I’m lucky. So is he. Must not ever take it for granted. Flitting. It’s easy to let life pull me in unintentional directions; in fact, sometimes I don’t notice until much later. Yoga Prayers. Must prioritize today. It’s cool this morning but pleasant. Must stay here instead of projecting into the future. Time slips easily. Chemical peel; my skin is beginning to look and feel amazing. 12:12, 4:16, 5:55, 6:24 She called many times: early morning, on the drive home, again. GIF texts. Rising Park. Woman colleague conversation. I love how passionate Kevin is, and how much he makes me...
Memoirist

Memoirist

Tuesday * SIX 6:24a meditation. Couldn’t stay still. Words. The way she strings thoughts, feelings, emotions and life events together is masterful, and none of it linear. True genius. I must take a class with her. You are not your urges — a great blog post by Matt Kahn. This is the world we live in, learning to be different. Today’s mood is the complete opposite of yesterday’s. Yesterday I cried many times, could not separate my emotions from my being — they swallowed me. Today I felt happy. Still, I must find ease. 4:16p. Hi mom. A long productive work day. Cool evening air, crickets, Bodhi dropping his ball in my lap. Wine for me, beer and a cigar for him. A nice evening at hOMe. The chickens ate an egg again. Please not again. Just want to read. Bodhi...
Working from the Garage

Working from the Garage

Monday * FIVE Texts last night, bending plans for others, frustration, feeling sad upon waking. I can still sleep though; for the most part I’m blessed with sound sleep. 6:24a somatic meditation. Mad, sad, frustrated, confused, feeling used. I can’t fix this. Productive Monday. For the last few weeks I’ve worked from a chair in the garage with the dogs by my sides. My first spray tan. It’s a better color than my natural tan, and no skin damage. Anxiety. Tears. He hugs me so tightly. I cry more. Working late. She calls. Acknowledges parts of my feelings. Small victories. Mantra Wellness. The Flower...