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Eat Pray Exercise

So Much for Tuesday (Orig: 03/11/08)

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I’m sort of a mess today.

Scratch that, I’m definitely a mess today.

Spring Break is here, and I slept in again. I woke up, ate breakfast, and went back to bed, content that I’d observe the Fast again.

Right.

Last year it was “neat” and “nifty” and “challenging.” This year it is is “hard” and “grrr” and “bringing garbage to the surface.”

Which is not to say that it is still not beautiful. I can tell some major stuff is going on, which makes it absolutely necessary.

It just doesn’t make the Fast as fun as it was last year.

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Eat Pray Exercise

On Dreaming: (Orig: March 10, 2008)

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I didn’t walk either Saturday or Sunday morning, something that definitely has messed with my continuity. Because I work over night on Friday and Saturday nights, unless I walk at work during my so-called “lunch break” (after 7 am when my relief comes in), I don’t have the energy to walk at all.

This morning is the first of Spring Break. I woke up early, before sunrise and ate since I’m still Fasting, and decided, with as cold and grey as it was outside, to go back to bed.

It was marvelous. I still have a to-do list a billion miles long. I still haven’t walked this morning. I still haven’t done anything on my to-do list, but I went back to bed.

And, despite all the conditions surrounding it, I did it guilt-free.

I love guilt-free stuff.

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semester break

Going Back to Bed

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It’s Spring Break, which means I have a metric ass-load of unfinished projects that I have to somehow pull off by next week.

Because not assigning homework — and lots and lots of it — over Spring Break would be simply unAmerican or something.

Yesterday was National Nap Day, so I had an excuse. Today, I’m not sure what it is.

I’m tired, tired.

And I’m going back to bed, if even for just a little bit.

Journey

Sunday Something

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So I actually made it to church this morning. I got home from work, crashed, and made it back up in time.

Sometimes it’s the little things that reinforce my belief in miracles.

I had been asked a few weeks ago to speak at a Sunday service. It was during one of the follow up meetings to the “I of the Storm” class that I had taken last year.

And, well, January was a phenomenal month. And I’ve become an obnoxiously happy, bright and shiny person despite my best efforts.

So they want me to speak.

Me, speaking in front of people? Are they out of their ever-loving mind?

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