February 20th, 2009

tired (glasses)

Can I go home yet?

I've barely done anything all day, and it was a 4-day week, and yet... Granted, I have been averaging 7hrs/night of sleep. Plus, I think emailing this morning wore me out some. (Relationships are HARD. I got a response to yesterday's email, and it was a good response, but there were valid criticisms of me, and rehashing things that are or have been going wrong in order to get them dealt with means bringing up the negative feelings all over again -- plus just trying to work things out when we operate so differently is a challenge ... and I think I probably ended up being excessively negative, but I needed to just get the reply written because I just do not have the energy to obsess about it for days and craft a really good response.)
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"How is a raven like a writing desk?"

sk8eeyore, my mom mentioned you might like The Fountain and the Furnace: The way of tears and fire by Maggie Ross -- she said it's got a kind of a mystical bent, from a Catholic perspective she thinks.

I really don't have anything to say about Singspiration.

"Joy Sadhana is a daily practice in the observation of joy."
-mylittleredgirl [more info]


Do not be afraid, I am with you
I have called you each by name
Come and follow Me
I will bring you home
I love you and you are mine
     -"You Are Mine" (David Haas)


Five good things about today:
1. Apparently it snowed some more last night? Thin soft layer when I left the house this morning.
2. I got a response to yesterday's email, which I wasn't expecting.
3. Greg bought me a replacement brownie, and it was really yummy.
4. I got to sit with my mom on the train home.
5. GinnyC petted my hair :)

Three things I did well today:
1. I took out the recycling.
2. I went to the Collapse ).
3. I finished some backdated LJ writeups.

Two things I am looking forward to (doing [better]) tomorrow:
["anything that you're looking forward to, that means you're facing tomorrow with joy, not trepidation," as Ari says]
1. The part of me that is not trepidatious is joyful at the prospect of lunch tomorrow.
2. Getting to sleep in.