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day 3 of august
1. Emma does not think the MRI sounds like music, nor did she feel the urge to fall asleep as I did. LOL
2. Have a couple recs:
Hello Operator, Please Give Me Number Nine by Starlingthefool
Calvin and Hobbes
Susie-centric
Susie meets death.
Letter to my WIP by
china_shop
Poem
3. A colleague gave us a mess of figs from their tree, so I juiced a lemon, stirred in some brown sugar, spooned that over some bone-in chicken breasts I had put on a baking sheet, cut the figs in half, put them in the remaining juice/sugar mixture and spooned that over the chicken, baked it, and served over rice. It was so good.
4. I think I'm going to spend today as a last day loafing about before the frantic scramble to finish getting classes ready for next week. I am finding it very hard to be motivated to do things. I mean, I am glad for my epiphany that work does not define me and that there's more to life than work. But I am slowly sliding down the slippery slope to spending most days endlessly scrolling through FFA and playing Wordscapes for hours, you know? LOL What's the healthy boundary between I am more than my job and I've done nothing but lay on the couch and obsessively refresh PenAddict for a new article today?
5. Last week I had a flareup of my autoimmune whatever it is that was pretty wretched. It's still lingering in tendrils. Boo and hiss. I absolutely hate that autoimmune stuff is exacerbated by stress. I have legitimately stressful things happening right now. I am doing all the responsible things. I am medicated. I am doing yoga. I am journaling my gratitudes and prayers; I am focusing outward on asking the universe for good things for others. I am trying to eat right and have good sleep hygiene, etc, etc, etc. At a certain point, when shit is stressful, stress happens, you know. Stop betraying me, body, or I'll quit making you glorious caramelized fig deliciousness. LOL
2. Have a couple recs:
Hello Operator, Please Give Me Number Nine by Starlingthefool
Calvin and Hobbes
Susie-centric
Susie meets death.
Letter to my WIP by
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Poem
3. A colleague gave us a mess of figs from their tree, so I juiced a lemon, stirred in some brown sugar, spooned that over some bone-in chicken breasts I had put on a baking sheet, cut the figs in half, put them in the remaining juice/sugar mixture and spooned that over the chicken, baked it, and served over rice. It was so good.
4. I think I'm going to spend today as a last day loafing about before the frantic scramble to finish getting classes ready for next week. I am finding it very hard to be motivated to do things. I mean, I am glad for my epiphany that work does not define me and that there's more to life than work. But I am slowly sliding down the slippery slope to spending most days endlessly scrolling through FFA and playing Wordscapes for hours, you know? LOL What's the healthy boundary between I am more than my job and I've done nothing but lay on the couch and obsessively refresh PenAddict for a new article today?
5. Last week I had a flareup of my autoimmune whatever it is that was pretty wretched. It's still lingering in tendrils. Boo and hiss. I absolutely hate that autoimmune stuff is exacerbated by stress. I have legitimately stressful things happening right now. I am doing all the responsible things. I am medicated. I am doing yoga. I am journaling my gratitudes and prayers; I am focusing outward on asking the universe for good things for others. I am trying to eat right and have good sleep hygiene, etc, etc, etc. At a certain point, when shit is stressful, stress happens, you know. Stop betraying me, body, or I'll quit making you glorious caramelized fig deliciousness. LOL
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This reminds me that one Christmas (probably 25 years ago now, lol) I gave my family and some of my friends letters of appreciation, and it was really good and happy-making to focus on all the things about people that I liked and valued, instead of getting stuck on the petty annoyances. :-)
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I have written letters like that over the years to various people.
It truly is helpful to me to focus outward rather than inward. I am a deeply selfish person. I know that about myself. I think about myself the most. The most important thing in my life is me. I love me the most! I get caught up in me. I have to drag my attention kicking and screaming outward. This has been my most difficult challenge as a parent because parenting requires that the focus shift to the child. My prayer journal helps me to stop thinking about my mental health and physical health issues and remember that I have friends who also have lives and maybe it would be nice if I called them perhaps. LOL
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I relate to this so much. *hugs*
and remember that I have friends who also have lives and maybe it would be nice if I called them perhaps. LOL
Hee! *tries to take this on board, too* ;-)
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Self-awareness is a good thing. LOL