Thankfuls on Thursday this week
For once!
Uh. Lessee.
Thankful for Greek Goddess Honey Yogurt, which is like healthy (ish) ice cream. Yeah, that's a commercial plug. And popcorn. And corned beef and cabbage, which I made for dinner tonight and it was AWESOME. (Add pickling spice. Always add more pickling spice. And garlic).
Thankful for awkward conversations about unpleasant emotions.
Thankful for routine, which keeps me going when I'm mired, and for fresh! exciting! challenges! which pull me out of the rut when I'm bored out of my skull with routine.
Thankful for a request for a reference for someone, because I got to sing praises and actually pull out and review resources I knew I had and knew were valuable but hadn't looked at in awhile.
Thankful for my recent very productive spate. Last weekend was almost entirely writing-related, in fact. This weekend promises to be more of the same. I appear to have finally worn a groove into my brain that I can slip into and more or less stay there, focused, for hours at a time. AND get useful work done. AND NOT freak out about how I'm not doing something else.
Very. Good. Thing.
Thankful that the rage episode appears to have subsided. I was concerned it was coming back this morning, but in fact, today's effort involved using a computer program I didn't know well on a PC, bungling things the first time, and then solving them, and I didn't get pissed off once. Felt rather Zen about the thing. Well. Maybe not THAT relaxed, but at least calm, in that "there is enough time to get this done" way. There has "not been enough time" for years now, so that's a delightful switch.
Actually kind of thankful for a bungle; it gave me the opportunity to rework something I thought was finished and wasn't.
In the same way, thankful for the serendipity of a couple of links and ideas last week, which brought me up short and made me realize why I felt ... off... about my writing. And allowed me to fix it. Very thankful for that. You know how you feel after your sinuses have been clogged and they open? That lightening and relaxing of the vise that your head has been in? My soul feels like that.
Yeah, I just basically said I took a soul decongestant. To drain my spirit of soul snot. For which I am grateful.
Deal.
Uh. You know, I can't top that. Stop while you're ahead. Or behind. Or ... stopping now.
Uh. Lessee.
Thankful for Greek Goddess Honey Yogurt, which is like healthy (ish) ice cream. Yeah, that's a commercial plug. And popcorn. And corned beef and cabbage, which I made for dinner tonight and it was AWESOME. (Add pickling spice. Always add more pickling spice. And garlic).
Thankful for awkward conversations about unpleasant emotions.
Thankful for routine, which keeps me going when I'm mired, and for fresh! exciting! challenges! which pull me out of the rut when I'm bored out of my skull with routine.
Thankful for a request for a reference for someone, because I got to sing praises and actually pull out and review resources I knew I had and knew were valuable but hadn't looked at in awhile.
Thankful for my recent very productive spate. Last weekend was almost entirely writing-related, in fact. This weekend promises to be more of the same. I appear to have finally worn a groove into my brain that I can slip into and more or less stay there, focused, for hours at a time. AND get useful work done. AND NOT freak out about how I'm not doing something else.
Very. Good. Thing.
Thankful that the rage episode appears to have subsided. I was concerned it was coming back this morning, but in fact, today's effort involved using a computer program I didn't know well on a PC, bungling things the first time, and then solving them, and I didn't get pissed off once. Felt rather Zen about the thing. Well. Maybe not THAT relaxed, but at least calm, in that "there is enough time to get this done" way. There has "not been enough time" for years now, so that's a delightful switch.
Actually kind of thankful for a bungle; it gave me the opportunity to rework something I thought was finished and wasn't.
In the same way, thankful for the serendipity of a couple of links and ideas last week, which brought me up short and made me realize why I felt ... off... about my writing. And allowed me to fix it. Very thankful for that. You know how you feel after your sinuses have been clogged and they open? That lightening and relaxing of the vise that your head has been in? My soul feels like that.
Yeah, I just basically said I took a soul decongestant. To drain my spirit of soul snot. For which I am grateful.
Deal.
Uh. You know, I can't top that. Stop while you're ahead. Or behind. Or ... stopping now.