I missed yesterday’s posting as all was chaos in the land of projects and management. I was finally free at around 10p, after training like a motherfucker for an hour, and after which I ate, stretched, showered and slept.
This morning I awoke without the help of an alerm. I felt well-rested and refreshed and was psyched about that. Then I looked at the clock to see how early it was and… fuuuuuuu…
9:55a. Forgot to set the alarm. 10:30a meeting. God damn. The happy feelings drained away like a popped water balloon and I sprinted through the necessary: pants, shirt, collar shirt, socks, Limmers, teeth and a splash on the face, out the door. 15 minute walk to the meeting, made it with 2 minutes to spare. Hit the bathroom quickly to make sure all my sleepy eye gook was out. I looked OK. 20 seconds to get psyched up for social engaging, a couple small bounces and some fist squeezing. A couple jaw stretches and neck benders. Let’s do this.
Meeting was OK. I hate them, but not all are total disasters. I’d rather talk with them about other things, like how they feel that day, or their personal mission in education. I don’t actually care that much about the project work, or who did what. I don’t care about the meeting minutes. Fuck all that shit.
Big meeting at 3p today, and that’s next.
I’m not feeling balanced. I feel on edge, like people better stay away from me. I’m not in their face or aggressive, but I know I will be if they get too close. Looking forward to MMA tonight, and I know that will fix me up as it always does.
I used to find balance in the little things about loved people.
