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sabineDance class last night was very fun. Teacher M decided to change things up and pulled out a pop song from the 60s to Choreo on the Fly for us. She's training us to learn choreography very fast and very well. It's also really nifty to see how see works up a choreography - what works, what doesn't, and where she wants our focus. It stretches my brain, even as I despair of ever being as graceful as Au or as precise as GPS. Sigh.
When I finally made it home, I decided I couldn't deal with re-folding and re-organizing my drawers. So I scooped all the clothes into a laundry bin and pushed it to the side. I picked up the couple of things that were out in the den (so it continues to look nice), had a snack, and waited for my drugs to kick in so I could sleep.
This morning instead of hitting snooze, I turned my alarm off. I managed to wake up only 45 minutes later than I'd wanted to. Not terrible, but not good, either. I had my coffee and went through my routine. I got morning snuggles from Ox, who was up, alert, chipper, and didn't want Momma to leave. Emi was still completely asleep when I left.
And now I'm sitting at my desk after one call and one call that I got stood up on. I'm very tired, so I'm fighting with my willpower about "Should I have another coffee?". I'm not sure why I'm resisting, since I know it would make me feel better temporarily. Maybe it's to prove to my jerkbrain that I'm not a loser.
Whatever. Jerkbrain is out in force today. I'm failing in the "Be gentle with yourself. Treat yourself as you treat others, with kindness and respect."
Hm. Coffee....yes. I will get coffee in my Wonder Woman mug and be productive. That will help.
When I finally made it home, I decided I couldn't deal with re-folding and re-organizing my drawers. So I scooped all the clothes into a laundry bin and pushed it to the side. I picked up the couple of things that were out in the den (so it continues to look nice), had a snack, and waited for my drugs to kick in so I could sleep.
This morning instead of hitting snooze, I turned my alarm off. I managed to wake up only 45 minutes later than I'd wanted to. Not terrible, but not good, either. I had my coffee and went through my routine. I got morning snuggles from Ox, who was up, alert, chipper, and didn't want Momma to leave. Emi was still completely asleep when I left.
And now I'm sitting at my desk after one call and one call that I got stood up on. I'm very tired, so I'm fighting with my willpower about "Should I have another coffee?". I'm not sure why I'm resisting, since I know it would make me feel better temporarily. Maybe it's to prove to my jerkbrain that I'm not a loser.
Whatever. Jerkbrain is out in force today. I'm failing in the "Be gentle with yourself. Treat yourself as you treat others, with kindness and respect."
Hm. Coffee....yes. I will get coffee in my Wonder Woman mug and be productive. That will help.
