I’ve been a lazy blogger this week. Do you ever just not feel well, but there’s nothing in particular wrong with you? I tried looking up symptoms online and that didn’t work. Or maybe it did work and I’m just plagued by thousands of rare diseases. I just want to sleep for a week and wake up and everything will be awesome. I have millions of plans, but the thought of doing anything or going anywhere fills me with anxiety. I can never tell whether I really do need a break or if I’m just reverting to my hermit ways. Ideally I would like to move to a desolate area of Northern California and be a marijuana farmer. I could just read, have lots of puppies and kittens to play with, do yoga under the canopies of trees, and help people with illnesses feel good, while also putting a small dent in the pharmaceutical industry. It would be a win-win-win-win situation.
I’m supposed to go to my sister’s work function in a few hours and I know I could use the networking opportunity. Plus, she’s leaving for Chicago in August so it will be one of our last hurrahs. I just don’t feel like it. I have a yoga class at 9:30am tomorrow and I need to think up a sequence or theme. If I get back at 2 a.m., I know I won’t get up to create one. My teacher/boss had suggested that I use quotes that resonate with me as themes for classes. Here is my favorite quote and the reason I began working for myself:
“How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?” – Charles Bukowski, Factotum
Somehow that doesn’t translate. Unless I said, “Today, let’s experience true freedom from all that restrains us. Do whatever poses you want.” Or I could use an even more vulgar Bukowski quote (since he is a genius) and just shock them. Okay enough feeling sorry for myself. Time to go on a hunt for those furry little paws I heard shuffling by while writing this. My furby needs some smothering from her mama.
My next post will be full of positivity, butterflies (though butterflies are caterpillars with wings so I don’t like them), and rainbows.
P.S. I’ve tried commenting on some blog posts and I’ve been considered spam. You may have a gem in your spam folder from yours truly.