I took that shot as I awaited the start of my very first real yoga class. I was nervous. Nervous enough that I almost didn’t get seated in the grass. Nervous enough that I almost left. I had been through a couple of demonstration classes at Venture Outdoors Fest two weeks before; I did those… Read More nerves.
I wasn’t very nice today. It’s safe to say I’m feeling some pressure. At work. At home. Most days I handle it OK. Today, I had to walk away. Took a walk around the block. Took a drive — windows down, music loud — at lunchtime. Both things helped, but now, hours later, I still… Read More reminder.
I need to take some lessons from my cat. Things have been … stressful … recently. Getting by as a single-income household, even temporarily, is difficult. I face new challenges at work; I welcome those, because many involve changes that are overdue, but they are difficult nonetheless. It’s a lot of pressure. I don’t like… Read More under pressure.
For the first time in something like eight years, my Sundays are free. Back in the middle of the last decade, the editors at my paper asked me to start a Sunday through Thursday work week. Having Fridays off was awesome, but it was kind of a drag on Sundays to haul myself out of… Read More sunday funday.
No promises, boys and girls. But I feel like trying again.
I had to work on my birthday, so my annual stroll through McConnell’s Mill State Park was delayed until today. The extra day didn’t seem to matter much.
Uncle Crappy 