The bruise on my palm has healed up a bit, so I was able to do more yoga this morning, leaving me feeling more clear/grounded. Knee’s still a bit goopy so I couldn’t go into child’s pose or cat/cow. Today’s energy was right in front of me/behind me, not above, and it was easier to relax my shoulders and open the chest–although not easy-easy. Just easier.
I headed back down the same stretch where I fell, finally, and took a bajillion pictures because I went down a different side street. It had rained before I got out for yoga, and the sky had cleared about halfway when I set out. Lots of post-rain pics. I got into a neighborhood where there were a bunch of people standing around; I didn’t take pics there because it felt too private.
I really wanted to ask one woman in an awesome tube-wrap dress thingy for her picture, but a) she was doing her thing, and b) I wanted to take a shot from below up at her, and my knee was already mad about some pictures I’d taken crouching earlier. “Please give me a power pose.” I’m not quite that brave yet!
Last night while writing I ran into two personal triggers and closed the laptop for the night. Doing better this morning; made a few mental connections that are helping. I included both triggers and their defusing connections in the story.
Then, just as I was feeling like things were back under control, a character makes a joke that required me to open a private browser tab to do some rather embarrassing research. I had to laugh at myself: I’m fine with the FBI knowing that I’m looking up how to get rid of bodies, but not research for a risque joke.
Selfie practice: I feel asleep listening to music, then put the same song back on this morning when I got up. I didn’t care for the picture (I felt like I looked grumpy) but posted it anyway. Thanks to everyone who had something nice to say about it. The pic is easier to look at now. I was also weirdly aware of my shadow today, so I took a couple of pics of that.