I'm generally a social butterfly. I enjoy intermingling with others and tend to get along with most folks. But then there are days...(and today was one of them) when I just would rather curl up in my coziest jammies, drink cups of hot chocolate with real whipped cream (none of the calories would count) and spend the entire day wiith just me, myself and I.
I know when it's time for me to take a break from the whirlwind of my life. Endless mind chatter and shortness of breath are sure signs I need some serious chillin' out. So tonight (after playing front desk spa girl solo for 10 hours), I came home, put on the running gear and headed for the beach. My physical expediture is now being amply rewarded with tasty late-night snacks. Dinner was a peach/banana/coconut cream/vanilla soy milk smoothie and continues to be (as I stuff another handful in my mouth) white cheddar popcorn. This is what I call "a sacred Sunday meal". When food tastes as good as what I just consumed, it is indeed a spiritual experience.
So what's got me so stressed-out this evening that it's created a bit of havoc inside and caused mass consumption of flavored-kernal goodness? Well, my big dream of opening up a movement studio dedicated to free-form dance is now less than six weeks away. And while that is incredibly exciting, it's also very in-my-face. All my nasty fear gremlins have come out of hiding and now I have the opportunity to either get rid of them for good or finally make friends with them. I'm pathetically behind in all of my online correspondance (I won't even tell you the number of emails in my inbox) and I haven't been writing as much as I would like to.
And then I stop...close my eyes...breathe deeply...surrender all thoughts...and I remember...in this moment...how incredibly fortunate I am to be of sound mind and healthy body...and I realize what a gift today was...and if I'm lucky, I'll have another day tomorrow.
I'm never lonely when I'm alone and yet I'm still learning to love all of me.




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