Lunch Break

I have been working 65-70 hours a week. I haven’t done this in a minute… I spent decades working these kinds of hours but put an end to it (most of the time) a number of years ago. Here I am doing it again. I’m not complaining… it’s what I do when I’m “building” things… it’s just not completely within my control right now and I don’t like things not being in my control – LOL. I do get out of balance when I do this… I’m trying my best to get to the gym today…I am planning to leave for Europe in a couple weeks (2 ½). I still have to figure out what I’m taking… probably just a handful of dresses and several pairs of good shoes. Anything else I need; I will just get while I’m there… I am not planning on answering my phone while I’m there. The world will have to find a way to keep spinning on its axis without me!

I am really trying to focus on being thankful for my daily “miracles” while I’m working like a crazy person…

The definition of miracle:

miracle [‘mirak(a)l]
NOUN

  • a surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency.
  • a highly improbable or extraordinary event, development, or accomplishment that brings very welcome consequences.

For me, “miracles” are welcome and extraordinary events that actually are probable and should be expected every day… “awesome normalities”… I’d like to call them.

I know that everything is always working out for me… the Universe has my back (LOL). I have to just keep going with the flow and being appreciative of all those awesome normalities.

I’m not perfect… I did have a meltdown on Wednesday and yelled at my “business partner” (I am not a “yeller”, so it actually takes an enormous amount of frustration and lack of sleep to cause that!). I can only take so much shit from an arrogant, racist, misogynistic, Republican white cis-gen male who feels privileged and entitled… my “namaste” approach went out the window for a minute. Please Universe, grant me the grace to help him be more evolved and a better human… amen. I already gave him and his wife marriage counseling this week… and they made me sleep over (which was just weird – I am not a “sleep-over” person even when I’m dating, much less a “sleep-over” person with people I am not dating). I like my own space… I like to sleep naked… I like peace and quiet. Then I had to make it through the day showing houses and meeting with clients in yesterday’s clothes and no toothbrush… like a party girl doing the walk of shame…

This cup cracks me up..

One of the ways I get out of balance working so much, is I stop eating regularly… and writing… and meditating… I’m killing two birds right here – eating lunch and writing – LOL… back to work now.

Published by wayward yoga girl

A complex creation that chooses to be quite simple - LOL. I earnestly try to approach life with unconditional love and non-judgement... but I'm only human and perfectly imperfect :)

5 thoughts on “Lunch Break

  1. I do love the cup too. It is so true. And anyway, metaphorical balls are so much more valid–there are plenty of guys with no cojones at all.

    As for your comments about white cis male behaviour and privilege, my advice to you, unsolicited of course, is that submissive men make better business partners! Especially smart, driven, and challenging ones.

    I too hope you have a great trip. I sent you some notes back on places and such, but don’t if you received it. Let me know if I should resend.

    Glad to see you writing more again too…always enjoy your posts.

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    1. I couldn’t agree more that a smart, driven, highly attuned, submissive partner would be better!

      I did receive your wonderful notes! Thank you so very much. I had intended (and thought I had) to respond and thank you – my sincere apologies if I lost my manners and did not!

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