I am coming off the high of a long weekend which bled into the high of a long week of meetings at the mothership and finished off with a nice weekend of very little.
The one area in my life that needs a little work is my own opinion of myself - which at the moment, isn't great.
It was very people-y, and by the time I collapsed into my car Friday afternoon, I was cooked.
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I definitely love and need people in my life. I have a lot of love to give, and you can never be loved too much.
But sometimes, it's just good to sit on your back deck with your favorite dog, drink a lemonade, and watch the time pass.
Basically, I need balance.
Truthfully, I consider myself lucky to be surrounded by great people - at work, at play, in family... I am lucky.
The one area in my life that needs a little work is my own opinion of myself - which at the moment, isn't great.
It's not anything big, it's just a lot of little things that amount to something bigger. I need to get more rest, eat better, take care of my body, and find a hobby.
Actually, it's some pretty decently big things that meld into one great big thing.
I don't know where I'm going with this.
Yesterday, I did a massive grocery run to get everything in order for my week. I had plans of meal prep.
I bought two dozen eggs because they were 88 cents a dozen. I then proceeded to trip as I pulled them from my back seat and landed on my ass. It tweaked my back, and more frustratingly, it broke a dozen of my eggs. Not all from the same carton, so I had to cull through them and cry over spilt (and split) shells.
I did manage to hard boil the remaining survivors to perfection. I also cooked a pound of dried pinto beans, and that was satisfying as well. It's the little things.
Meanwhile, my back still hurts. I'll plug in the new massager thing we got a few weeks ago and see if I can work it out tonight.
Working it out is what it's about, I think. Whether it's your back, or a project, or your thoughts. Work all of it out.
ae
I bought two dozen eggs because they were 88 cents a dozen. I then proceeded to trip as I pulled them from my back seat and landed on my ass. It tweaked my back, and more frustratingly, it broke a dozen of my eggs. Not all from the same carton, so I had to cull through them and cry over spilt (and split) shells.
I did manage to hard boil the remaining survivors to perfection. I also cooked a pound of dried pinto beans, and that was satisfying as well. It's the little things.
Meanwhile, my back still hurts. I'll plug in the new massager thing we got a few weeks ago and see if I can work it out tonight.
Working it out is what it's about, I think. Whether it's your back, or a project, or your thoughts. Work all of it out.
ae
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Unless your hobby is something like picking out the broken eggs.