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Every now and then ...

Well, here I am. It's another muggy humid day. It's Saturday. I should be resting, and I did rest ... but there's lots to be done, and I'm in one of those moods. One of those letsgetstuffdone! moods. I have to take advantage of them while they're here. So I napped, and now I'm ... well ... I'm getting stuff done.

It's been a hectic week of too little sleep and nine million things to keep track of as I begin to prepare for the school year to start. It's always the same - a little daunting, a little exciting all at once. But as each year passes, it gets to be a little less of the daunting, and a little more of the exciting. I still like shopping for cute crisp fun useful school supplies. Funky notebooks, the smell of pencils. I guess like everybody.

I've been eating like crap (people like to show their love and appreciation with bad-for-you-foods ... I gladly accept - next week is a new week, and I'm too exhausted to cook!) and have been too sleep deprived to run.

After the year is underway, and I figure out a routine, and my world is more organized and streamlined and humming itself along, things will begin to run more smoothly and my life will re-find its equilibrium. I'm glad to have this faith. I didn't always. I will go back to yoga class.

I face some new challenges this year, but I'm feeling up for them. It's gonna be a good year. I have good things to focus my energy on. Inward things. Growing things. Building myself things. What's important things.

... It's good.


M

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Murph said…
Good on ya :)
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