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I've been out of sorts lately, and coming up with all kinds of excuses, but I rediscovered daily A.M.coffee (versus sporadic afternoon coffee)and had a killer session of yoga that left me feeling the way I did after my first time doing yoga. That was about 5 years ago. My dad took me to Baron Baptiste's studio in Cambridge and it blew me away. My therapist had 'prescribed' that I try it, and since then it has been my Prozac. Especially the past few semesters, to the wonderful and generous [info]serendpixie who has been teaching here at UMass for three years. Namaste!
Anyhow, I feel much much better. Also, I'm proud of myself this semester. I've been working really hard,for me. When I have free time, I now gravitate to the library, and that feels nice. I'm no longer calling it quits everytime my eyelids get heavy. I'm trying to wake up at 8 instead of 9 or later. My work is nothing but enjoyable this semester, that could have something to do with it.
And I'm in love, in LOVE with W.E.B. DuBois library. Nothing makes me feel good about myself the way a library or bookstore does. It is always there that I am reminded of all the latent interests I have. The world isn't terrible when you remember that it contains Austria architechts, and graphic design, and Moosewood food, and textiles, and suffragettes, and France, and anarchists, and Paco Underhill, etc. etc. etc...