I have finally found it. The one true place where I can go.
A place where I really know I belong.
A place where when I get there, I am hot stuff. A place where I am better than everyone else; a place where I can shine, and really, really feel great about myself...
Yoga Energizers (for the 55-and-over crowd!)
Yep! Quit yer laughin'! I can out-stretch any of those chickie-mamas in there, can hold a tree-pose longer than even the most practiced yogite in that class. Can do a bridge like nobody's business! And check me out on the downward dog.
Yo. I'm all that and a piece of pie.
Anyway, (and as I write, anyway, I am wondering if I did a search, how many ANYWAYs would I find on this blog, because I tend to segue into the ANYWAY paragraphs far too often. That and the SO preface.
To continue on...
I. Am. Stressed.
But, it's really good stress. The kind of stress where you're like,
"Now what am I gonna do?" and "How the hell am I going to get everything done," and the "I-can't-believe-I've-over-committed-myself" stress. It's the kind of stress where you want to do everything, and you're happy to be doing these things, yet, you don't know if it'll all get done.
Except I know me. And I know I'll figure it out and get this S#$% done. (And funny that I decided not to spell out S H I T right there when I do so every other time).
What is coming up? Baseball, softball, and tee-ball this spring. A brochure that's due to my RWA Chapter; a reunion committee commitment, that I am very excited about; a non-fiction book proposal I am working on; a writing contest I'm assisting in judging, a second fiction work; doctor appointments; lunch-making; Easter-egg basket preparing; grocery shopping; laundry-folding; house-cleaning; husband-loving; children-rearing; showering; my BZ.com work; taking general care of the family; dieting (WE INTERRUPT THIS BLOG POST TO DISCUSS DIETING SPECIFICALLY... and also to go to dictionary.com to check the spelling of INTERRUPT)...
I've hit Rock Bottom. Solidly on the ass, have hit rock bottom. D I E T. Not good. No excuses. Florida in just two months. 'Nuff said...
(BACK TO OUR BLOG POST, more on hitting ROCK BOTTOM later...)
What the "F" am I complaining about. I know you guys work hard too. We all do. Why do we get so strung out and so stressed out about things like this? These are the little things. These are the things that keep us focused, and happy, and alive. Right?
Well, either that or it'll all kill us.
See, I'm so burnt out already I have no freakin' clue what I'm talking about. You?