Bucket

I started my usual walking-update post on FB this evening. For those of you not on FB or not friended/following me there, today’s info was:

Walk? Yep.

Distance? 1.6-mile loop, flat.

Time? 31 minutes.

And then I emailed my manager and direct supervisor and said I wouldn’t be in today–woke up sweating like I’d already taken my walk and feeling like last night’s dinner was contemplating a…return appearance, let’s say.

I think it was my body’s way of enabling a mental-health day. Because last night’s coaching call dredged up rather more than I was expecting.

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Talk/Walk

I’m tired of talking.

Okay, if you know me, you know I never get tired of talking (although I also love listening…). But there is at least one thing I’m tired of talking about.

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Dream Oddities

The first thing you should know is that I rarely remember my dreams. No idea why–I assume I dream with the same general frequency as other humans–but unless I happen to wake up at the right time, my sleep might as well have been as empty as a TV turned to a dead channel.

I think I stole that simile from Neil Gaiman. Or is it a metaphor? I dunno, but I never metaphor I didn’t like.

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366 Days of Gratitude and Good Things: Day 107

When I was out and about over the weekend to get my hair done (looks AWESOME, by the way — my stylist ROCKS), I took with me a notebook I hadn’t opened in ages. I used it a bit for journaling (or trying to get into the habit of) for a year or so before things blew up, general note-taking a time or two at the Job That Unceremoniously Ended Without Notice, and once things had in fact blown up, I used it a lot during the writers’ group at the women’s day shelter where I spent a lot of my time.

I miss that group.

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