Friday morning, beginning at 4.30am and continuing until I gave in and got up, I kept waking with a start, noticing the light in the room and panicking before remembering it was a moonday and there was nowhere I *had* to be. My first such morning in months. Life has been busy and every minute so conscripted that instead of enjoying my time I was anxious about it, making mental note of the things I 'should' be doing, things ever so more important than sleeping. This irritated me so I hopped out bed and headed to the place where the cool kids play, wrapped myself in a big shawl and took up residence on their patio basking in the early autumn sun. Absolutely glorious.
In unrelated news, October has been such a monster of work that this Wednesday's surgery, which has had me terrified for months, has become the highlight of my month because I've scheduled the following day free from everything. One. Whole. Day. Woot.
Even more unrelated is that this weekend I was reminded of just how cynical a bitch I can be. I try to keep her quiet but sometimes...sometimes there's just SO much fodder, there's no keeping my inner snark down. Friday we attended the opening of a yoga studio and then a kirtan. Between the tentative trumpet player, the wobbly sufi singer, the passing of a rock to collect everyone's good energy (people held onto that rock for aaaaaages imbuing with with their every last good thought), to the kirtan singer's prolonged silence taking us to that 'uncomfortable' place after each song, to the repeated 'jai ma's', to the stopping the show to send a prayer to the emergency siren that passed by...oh, my inner bitch was busy. She was also funny but I forced myself to use my inside voice because each of those things is actually lovely on their own and I seemed to be the only eye-roller in the room. It was just one of those nights.
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