All in Mindfulness
Oh it is the fifth trip to sal–army this week to drop off bags and bags and it feels so amazing. What is it about lightening the load that makes me feel like a balloon? That makes me feel like this:
But as per my usual style, I bit off quite a lot and then added a whole extra heap on top of that. And every time I carve out time for working on these sessions I AM STUCK. That's right. Writer's block. Idea freeze. Brain mush. Major distraction. Thoughtless. Sleepy. Confused. STUCK. Like seriously-cannot-take-one-step-further STUCK.
I love coming home.
I don't sleep. I wander around and touch my stuff. And wade thru dog fur.
I've been hearing a lot about confidence from a lot of different people. I've got it about 80% of the time, I'd say. I am lucky, but it also takes work. Self doubt creeps in through old patterns. Here are some simple (thought not always easy) things that you can do for a little confidence booster.
So tomorrow I leave for three weeks with my toddler and two dogs to head to the beach and work remotely. It is a wonderful luxury of my job, my self-employment status. At the same time, it makes me crazy. Eight months pregnant, no AC, no dishwasher, lots of sand - oh, and did I mention it is an island? My darling husband will be away making money (which we totally need). I have yuppie problems, and I know it. (release guilt here)
Mmm, my whole car and house smelled like fresh berries for days. Every year I like to pick as much as I can of fresh blueberries, strawberries or blackberries and freeze them for the winter ahead. See, I like winter, but I don't like the absence of food that tastes like food. So, this is my solution.
I am telling you the truth when I say that somedays I wish I could hire myself. I spent the last two days wrestling with pregnancy hormones and trying to sort out my plan of attack. Guess what?
I know I am not the only one, right? Right?
The one who lags during some weird eclipse. Or who doesn't want to get up in the morning from time to time. Or feels more like yoga than sitting at her desk (or that doesn't feel like yoga but feels like sitting at her desk.)
With my first pregnancy, I had gestational diabetes. Despite no indicators for it in my medical history, I failed all the tests and ended up eating a very strict diet and taking my blood 4 times per day for just under half of my pregnancy. Luckily, my daughter was fine, and I had no residual complications...