Crankypants this morning. I didn’t have it in me to go for the longer walk (too hot too early), so I walked in the general area where stalker-flavor dude spotted me. Didn’t see him, but got to feel hypervigilant the whole time. Yay!
The thing is, if he were doing the same thing to someone else, I would be able to scare the shit out of him at the exact right level to make him feel uncomfortable and leave, then go, “Not worth it” later. I have Mom Voice, which is apparently fucking terrifying, and every time I use it in defense of someone else, situations are quickly resolved.–I’m never sure in those moments whether I’m bluffing or not.
If I could figure out how to stand up for myself that way, it would be nice.
Anyway, I kept finding myself going, “I can’t take a pic of that,” then forcing myself to do it anyway. The pics were mostly bad, but for one of a ruined house that still wasn’t What I wanted but at least felt right.
Yoga: stable enough to get deeper into the Warrior poses again. Watch my whine about my thighs tomorrow
