Really, it’s just a matter of time. Little pieces of evidence fling themselves needlessly in my face, which is ludicrous as I already know. Allow me to explain…:
This morning, driving Mags to her super-early field trip meeting (I thought she was supposed to be there at a quarter to seven, but she generously shared (I know, I know – I could have read the school letter, but when?) she didn’t have to be there til 7, so I told her about the Maroon 5 “Sugar” song and while explaining I once again got misty-eyed. Clearly, I’m not the rugged badass bitch I see myself as.
Tuesday are a whirlwind and today more so due to a crisis session during my lunch (which I usually spend doing paperwork, anyway, but today there was no time). Client, group, crisis, client, family, client and then as I was walking out the door there was a parent, which added another hour. These are not easy cases, either. Many are rip-your-heart-out while crying-your-eyes-out. It makes for a very messy situation, and a very exhausting one..because not even counting the paperwork (which is a comatose nightmare all in itself) these situations are tough to deal with.
I made it home much later – so didn’t have time to go by work to run off copies for a group I start tomorrow. I’ll try to get that done for me while I’m up the hill. I came home to make a delicious Swiss meal and then…Ethan and I headed to the gym. My aching muscles were dying for that pool and..of course, when we got there, I noticed there was an class in the pool. So I hot sauna’d for 20 minutes, hot tub, and then…water. It massaged me so perfectly as I did sets for a while. Initially, my times and form were kick-ass. I emphasize initially, because let’s remember, it has been a couple decades since I did this on a regularl basis. I wasn’t long til I got out and headed to the showers. Lemme tell ya, after feeling not-so-hot versus those lovely 20-something’s at High Sierra, I walked naked proudly in this locker room. It all depends on your surroundings, sure, but let’s talk again in 25 years. Then somehow – somewhere between the locker room and the parking lot, my swimsuit went missing. Dammit. HOW?!?! This is the third time I’ve worn it. I hope the club can find it, lying abandoned somewhere…. As for other stuff? Mags is off on her field trip, Ethan is here with me and we occasionally Jackie Chan one another (A long but fun story for another night when I’m not emotionally and physically exhausted). My body is quite mad at me for making it do painful things and I’m not so sure how great yesterday’s exercises where for my back. I’m tired of not doing what I enjoy and hiking season (rain/snow) is almost upon us. I must prepare.
Does the story end on a high note? Laughing, filled with joy? Not necessarily, because life isn’t always as such. Sometimes we are faced with reality and more somber moments. It’s all good, just an ever-so-brief teen moment. Getting rid of Ego on my end is crucial, because it isn’t about me. I hope I can always remember that.
Picture: Cantaloupe – cut (so I’m one step closer), yet still not consumed.
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