give me lessons on how to breathe, because i think i've forgotten
Today was a typical work day... well aside from the fact that our manager didn't show up at 6 to let us in to the store, so i called the store manager and she showed up at 7... evectively losing an hour that i could have gotten a lot of stuff done in. oh well, I got paid for sitting in my car for an hour.
When I got home today I was feeling very mellow and escapist, and if it hadn't been for my growling tummy I would have left the house almost right after I got there. I'm glad I didn't though, because I was here to get a call from my sister about her psychic reading that she had today.
After I got off the phone with my sister, I was very thoughtful about the things we had talked about and about the things I need to do to make what I want to happen. Fortunately I have enough sense (and Ben's support) to take advantage of the feeling of introspection and drama... even bordering on moodiness. It's the time I think when I do my best writing. I hopped in my car and drove over to Cornerstone and wrote. It's nothing I'm terribly excited about but atleast I did it. I need to keep in the habbit of writing everyday if I can. I just need to not talk myself out of it. NaNoWriMo taught me the dilligence last year, even though I'm not doing it this year I need to be able to keep that up and remember why I do it.
I did a tarot reading when I got home and found it very uplifting compared to what I'd been feeling. It essentially reminded me to stop waffleing about what I'm going to do about my future... just push forward it's what needs to happen. It's good to know that I'm pushing for the right thing.
When I got home today I was feeling very mellow and escapist, and if it hadn't been for my growling tummy I would have left the house almost right after I got there. I'm glad I didn't though, because I was here to get a call from my sister about her psychic reading that she had today.
After I got off the phone with my sister, I was very thoughtful about the things we had talked about and about the things I need to do to make what I want to happen. Fortunately I have enough sense (and Ben's support) to take advantage of the feeling of introspection and drama... even bordering on moodiness. It's the time I think when I do my best writing. I hopped in my car and drove over to Cornerstone and wrote. It's nothing I'm terribly excited about but atleast I did it. I need to keep in the habbit of writing everyday if I can. I just need to not talk myself out of it. NaNoWriMo taught me the dilligence last year, even though I'm not doing it this year I need to be able to keep that up and remember why I do it.
I did a tarot reading when I got home and found it very uplifting compared to what I'd been feeling. It essentially reminded me to stop waffleing about what I'm going to do about my future... just push forward it's what needs to happen. It's good to know that I'm pushing for the right thing.