No pics today; I tried to take several but a) they were gone when I got home from the walk (?!?) or b) were meh. I wrote until late last night on a story for class, then went to bed to sleep on the ending. Got up this morning, tweaked the ending (I’d left a

Yesterday we did groceries. I got seriously down on myself for some reason afterward, so self-conscious that I decided not to keep writing. At the time, I had no idea why. After a few hours I felt better and went back to writing, got normally stuck and eventually went to sleep. This morning, I got

Yesterday: Received short story assignment for class with no real constraints other than it must be something I’m passionate about and it must have voice. ***DESPAIR*** This morning during yoga: Has idea. ***HOPE*** Sitting down to write: No idea how to write the story or where to set it. ***RANDOM ASS RESEARCH THAT GOES IN

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

This morning, I didn’t get much yoga done. I was still mad from yesterday – I didn’t dwell on it, but when I started doing yoga, anger was the first thing that bubbled up. “He’s not going to keep me from walking this morning.” So I walked. I took a different route than usual, because

Yesterday, we took the day off and went to Tarpon Springs, the Greek area, where Ray rescued someone’s phone sitting at the fountain of the naiads. The phone turned out to belong to a kid of about 7-8 getting an earful from their mom. I got the impression of CHAOS INCARNATE somehow, like I’d met

I’m doing this morning out of order. Yesterday afternoon, the HUNGRIES descended upon me, after being increasingly nibbly for several days. Okay, whatever. Today, I had a protein bar right after I got up, which I can very rarely tolerate (I usually feel blurgy until 8 a.m.). Doing yoga, it felt like everything was “switched”

Yesterday was a bunch of errands. It was cooler out in the morning, which meant that a) some damn bugs found me and I ditched yoga early, but b) I did extra walking. This morning was cooler, too, but for some reason the bugs didn’t hunt me as viciously, so I got through most of

Day before yesterday: finished the first part of Blind Date with Death shortly before midnight. Huzzah! Yesterday: CRASH DAY. I got up and did yoga and walked, but I felt yucky by the time I got back to the AirBnB and ended up spending most of the day slacking off. During yoga and the walk,

This morning: more falls but deeper into poses, particularly forward bends. I think writing the scene I was worried about yesterday helped me on several levels. It feels like I carry tension and resistance that come from mostly emotional/mental stuff, and I carry tension and resistance that come mostly from neglecting my body. The emotional/mental