I am even listening to one of those self hypnosis CDs, where I give myself permission to be happy.
Yesterday while attempting to listen to the CD, which instructs me to
RE L A X, R E L A X D E E P L Y,
Freyja opened the door three times and Maxwell decided to practice his drum kit. I shut myself up in the bathroom in hopes of being left alone, no dice
I e-mailed this photo to her.
I have not been reading much lately, which is really weird for me.
I just feel restless and unsettled.
I have had a lot of fun buying songs from I-Tunes, which I apparently am the last one to the party - everyone was out there purchasing cool music with a click, and I was sitting around missing out.
It is all new to me and terribly exciting, since there are so many songs I have on vinyl that I never purchased on CD, and my record player has become pretty fickle lately and I imagine it will die completely at some point soon.
I am listening to Prince's song Kiss, which I love, but I am not a big enough fan to purchase the whole record. There are about a million songs like that, and I look forward to owning them all.
I had a pretty serious psoas muscle two weeks ago, which caused me to miss yoga for over a week.
When I did go last week I felt really scared of injuring myself, so I was pretty wimpy, which I hate, because yoga usually makes me feel pretty powerful. It took a great deal of snapping and cracking to make it so I could breath without great pain, so I was reluctant to mess all of that chiropractic work, by doing one too many downward facing dogs. I also had a crazy intense cold, which made my balance all kooky, so all in all it was a bad week for my body last week.
I hope that things go more smoothly this week.
I took Thursday and Friday off, and I am a little nervous about what I will find when I get back to work in the morning.
I seem to be going back to this song pretty often,
I guess it has a lot to do with my romanticized notion of love, which most likely has not one bit of relationship to reality.
Never the less I like to think of myself devoted in the way described in this song, even though I know it is unhealthy, and from the perspective of a man. Apparently my view of romantic love is a lot like my love of butter- unhealthy.