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Reminder to Myself
Aug. 10th, 2004 06:59 amI'm going to be largely absent for the next couple of days - working 14-15 hour shifts cuts into my online time pretty severely, and I can't guarantee I'll be able to catch up completely after. If I don't post, or don't reply to something serious, I apologize. Not that there's much being said on my friends-list, with half of the people I know at Pennsic....
That said, I need to mention something here, more as a reminder for myself than for anyone else. When I get tired, or stressed, or frustrated, I tend to lose myself in the moment of negative energy - it's one of the flaws of being an extremely energetic and expressively emotional person. I tend to forget that there's any light in the world and that I was ever happy, or that I can be anything but miserable.
So. Yesterday was a good day. I was happy. Work failed to suck, the sun was shining, and I got home in time to enjoy it. My tomatoes are finally starting to turn red. I spent a decent chunk of time flopped out on the grass in the sun on Boston Commons, soaking up warmth and green and sunlight to last me through the next few days. My waltz and swing class went phenomenally well, and we're learning all sorts of beautiful stuff. We walked down to Faneuil Hall for dinner, then I came home and soaked in a hot bubble bath until I was ready to crash.
Nothing exciting, nothing eventful or earth-shattering or really worth talking about in detail. But it was good, and I was happy, and I need to remember that.
That said, I need to mention something here, more as a reminder for myself than for anyone else. When I get tired, or stressed, or frustrated, I tend to lose myself in the moment of negative energy - it's one of the flaws of being an extremely energetic and expressively emotional person. I tend to forget that there's any light in the world and that I was ever happy, or that I can be anything but miserable.
So. Yesterday was a good day. I was happy. Work failed to suck, the sun was shining, and I got home in time to enjoy it. My tomatoes are finally starting to turn red. I spent a decent chunk of time flopped out on the grass in the sun on Boston Commons, soaking up warmth and green and sunlight to last me through the next few days. My waltz and swing class went phenomenally well, and we're learning all sorts of beautiful stuff. We walked down to Faneuil Hall for dinner, then I came home and soaked in a hot bubble bath until I was ready to crash.
Nothing exciting, nothing eventful or earth-shattering or really worth talking about in detail. But it was good, and I was happy, and I need to remember that.
