Breathing, Flying, and Letting Go of the Circus in No Particular Order

Like the boss man said, I need to take a step back and breathe when frustration slaps me in the face. I did not, admittedly, remember to do that this morning when I looked at my email. Clarity and delineation are not things that readily occur in this world. 

I am learning to practice the "Not my Circus, Not my Monkeys" mantra ... I cannot control what anyone else does. I can only control my own behavior and my own responses. 

In other news, I've been up for nearly three hours and have not once looked at social media. 

I'm proud of the fact that I bought snacks yesterday, and they sat on the counter all day ... I did not touch them til last night. That, to me, is progress. The rest of the Cheezits went in the burn can this morning. They did not help my digestive system at all. 

We are having a snows storm(?) today. I will probably miss most of it because I'll be sitting at my desks doing work stuffs. 

My current musical obsession, Manchester Orchestra, makes the work go much smoother, and helps me focus. They write some deep shit. 


Some things come along when you need to hear them. They help you process things and move forward. 

Other things show up to bring you a few moments of fascination. I can't tell you how many times I watched this last night. Some things are just absolutely magical in the moment. No need to break them apart, or be critical. Just be mesmerized by the movement. 


No other real thoughts abound today. Off to work I go. 


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