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Tatjana gave me a massage with our favorite therapist for my birthday among other gifts. When I went to see her she said she looked up alopecia to see what its spirit meaning was in the universe and in a word it is Humiliation. And its deeper meaning is “I never get to do what I want to do. When is it going to be my turn?” So the affirmation or mantra associated with it…
Last night Tin and I went to a board meeting for his school and on the way home I had a pity party – I don’t want to be bald anymore I said through my welled up eyes. I am tired of being nauseous in the morning and the evening due to Synthroid. I have no motivation to exercise and just want to lie down all the time – boo hoo. When I got home…
My motivation for just about everything has left the house – oh where oh where did it go?
I spoke with my new life coach – yep, I hired her – and we had an interesting talk about what really matters. We didn’t get far in our introductory sessions but two of the things that stood out right away for me are friendships and intellectual stimulation. I was speaking to a friend who quit her job because while she was working with nice people, she didn’t really like any of them. Working with…
A friend’s husband was explaining why their infant and toddler sons don’t sleep, he said when he was young he thought sleep was for the weak. My friend said but then you miss out on all those people and places that you encounter in your dreams. And that is the truth. Last night I slept the sleep of the dead, sound asleep by 9:30 and up at 6 – dreaming of places, people and things,…
Last night, Jazz Fest ended like it always does, with a bunch of people coming over to the house to cheer it being over. Seven gals sat around the porch table with me and we laughed and cut up and had a rollicking good time. The best line from the evening came from a commercial for Oreo Fudge Cremes where the mother says after tasting one, “Shut the front door.” My new favorite expression. This…
OUT Cigarettes – my one month smoking adventure has come to the butt end. Jazz Fest – it has jumped the shark for me. Facebook – taking a hiatus again – it is starting to feel like daytime television occupying too much of my time. IN Focus Saying NO to just about everything and everyone Reading
This is the last day of Jazz Fest and the last day of the internal chaos that has formed from IT not being like it used to be, ME not being like I used to be, and certainly no one would look to whether going to the Fest and having a good time as a sign of the times, but I will look through that lens if only for a moment. I think I’m done…
I take back everything I said about him being cute. I just went down there and scrubbed the walls that Tatjana had so lovingly painted with a beautiful umber color. I was scrubbing the shit that he had taken out of his diaper and spread all over the wall. Yes, folks, this is real life in technicolor. So much for Jazz Fest, so much for rest, so much for whatever. I’m done. Shit undoes me.