The last two weeks of March have been looming ominously in my calendar for some time. I oversubscribed myself some time ago, past-me pimping future-me in multiple acts of meanness. I am in the eye of the storm right now, but as the phrase suggests, it's calmer in the middle than on the edges. One week down, one to go. And (scratched record) the intent not to do this to myself again. (Although experience suggests this is much like a teenage boy saying he will no longer look at online porn - ie laughable.)
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| I will eat all the sprouts. All of them. |
Spent yesterday wrangling an 'introverted' group (frequently - not always - an excuse for being as cuntishly inconsiderate as those who proclaim themselves to be 'forthright'). After all the necessary wheedling and coaxing, I had to lie on the floor to recover after they'd left the room. Spent. On the way home I dropped in on a friend. She'd spent the day pottering and was just considering doing some meditation. I feel I've taken a wrong path somewhere...
On the plus side, ROAST BRUSSEL SPROUTS! A game-changer. They - if nothing else - will get me through the next week. Seriously.
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