Oh, hello anxiety, my old friend.
It’s always amazing to me the shift that can occur within a 12 hour span (or SHORTER). When I got home from yoga last night, I was on Cloud Mother Effing Nine. Nothing could harsh my mellow, you might say. I wouldn’t say that, but you could, if you were a raging hippy. Yoga was amazing, it was a beautiful day, my buddy was making an amazing dinner, our area rugs finally arrived, the evening was perfection. We went to bed early, I drank a big ol’ bottle of kombucha, and was out like a light, despite the heat.
Unfortunately, that’s where it all went wrong. In the 8 hours that followed, all hell broke loose. I woke up to discover that some sort of bug (please don’t be a spider… please don’t be a spider) had feasted on my ass. I’m talking WELTS and many of them. Ok, so I’m gonna have an itchy bum today. No big deal. I had some extra time to kill this morning, so I went to meditate. It was mostly wonderful but a little itchy. No problem, I’m gonna shower and put on a cute dress then make myself a smoothie. Shower, check. Dress, check. Smoothie….. Not so much. I have been on this health kick this week and I have been feeling AWESOME an energized. I figured a green smoothie could only add to that. Unforunately, a wiley spoon made it’s way into the blender and smashed it to pieces. This not only made a mess, ruined my smoothie (and my blender), and scared the living shit out of me, but it got the dogs super worked up too, right before we were leaving. And then… the construction started. Right out front. Making our road a one-lane road. This is unexpected construction that I can only hope will be short-lived for my sake and the puppies’ sake, but it’s anyone’s guess. I did my best to calm the dogs (reggae music and treats – works for me, I figured it might work for them) and clean up the mess, then unfortunately we had to rush out the door to drop Jamie’s car off at the shop. We, of course, got in an argument on the way because WHY WOULDNT WE with all the stress going on. I proceeded to drop him off at work and somehow make it in on time, only to be massively unfocused. So I’ve decided that today, instead of pushing through and just “muscling it out”, I’m going to take a half day. I’m not letting a stressful workday ruin my weekend. I’m going to go home and take care of my puppies, take care of myself, work out, and get into the weekend with a calm mind and a clean home.
And hopefully happy puppies 🙂