Awww, love and thanks to the PiK for the sweet 13 she wrote. That touched my wee heart. I may even reciprocate in kind because I’m cool like that! She and I managed to talk each other back into sanity on Friday morning but it was tough, I tell ya. His Royal Bombasticness was rocking the house with his … um, bombasticity. (more on this later)
Each night this week I had prior committments that I made, not having a clue what an impact assuming the ops manager position would have on my psychic energy. In other words, I was exhausted. Yet, I had stuff to do each night (except Thursday) and dreaded it. But each time I got home from whatever I was doing, I felt better. Strange phenomena, that. It took my brain which is constantly set on “ruminate” and turned it off for a bit and allowed me to focus on something other than fretting about work. Today I had day 1 of my Reiki Level 2 class and really enjoyed it. Despite my initial GRRR-ness about having to give up 16 hours of my weekend for it, I am glad I went. It put my head in a nice space. And I learned quite a bit about the symbology that goes with that level (I only really glossed over it last year) and a few things I didn’t know.
As always, I see all this as a lesson – don’t get all spazzy and caught up in your goofy work stuff because there’s lots of other fun stuff to do even if you don’t feel like it. And, the bonus is that you just might feel good after you drag your butt there.
Lessons everywhere, I know. :)
Should I start my birfday celebrations early? My grandpa always celebrated his for a week and I’m thinking that’s a great tradition to uphold. Duty will tell you that I do that already.
(This was a boring ass entry, I know. Just wanted you all to know I’m still alive!)