glad THAT is over …
i am letting go of this day. this post is part of my therapy to release it the same way notre dame released charlie weis. jesus mary and joseph, i’m glad it’s over.i only wish i got to hold on to $10 million.
it was one of those days where i felt beleaguered, behind and frustrated. i have a lot going on at work and it’s the kind of work where the feeling of completion and finality eludes you. you move, you push, you go go go and you don’t really have clear evidence of having moved the ball down the field each day. but you need the evidence … because that is what work is: creating evidence.
i got stuck in the office later than intended, making it to my 7:30 yoga class just in the nick of time. stragglers continued to come in as late as 7:45, which i find to be rude. yoga is like going to the movies: anything over 5 minutes late and you should just skip it so as not to disrupt everyone else who’s already there. it was a good class, but an odd thing occurred: the teacher and a student (old lady) got all pissy with each other over how to fold a mat to do a shoulder stand. it was weird, and not the way of the zen. i tried to let it roll off but the grouchy old lady got to me. she was being contrarian just for the hell of it.i wished she would zip it.
when i got home and took rufus out, we had a scary flap outside my apartment. some neighbors were coming in from a walk with their 3 dogs and let them up the stairs ahead of them off leash. the pack came bolting toward us, cornered rufus and started biting and fighting. he was smaller than his two attackers and caught completely off guard, the poor baby. he was like: “WTF, dude? i just wanted to go for a walk.” one of them got a good bite in on his chest … i cleaned it out and it is not a deep cut so i think we’re good. what surprised me the most was my own reaction: i screeched like a horror film chick. caesar milan would not be proud of my utter lack of calm assertive energy. i was on the phone with at the time and the person on the other end heard me scream like a nutcase, which was a little embarrassing.but rufie bear is ok and all is forgiven.
goodnight, shitty day. it’s been real!