Skipped class this morning because I was sleepy and figured I could get by without a day of charcoal-drawing. I lounged in bed, listened to music on my computer, browsed through a magazine that I had bought for Design homework. Emailed my manager at work about getting more hours. Was a lot of lazy. Watched The Incredibles while going for a 90-minute run in the middle. Stretched and did push-ups and crunches. Considered mailing out my taxes. Cooked tofu. Went to work, and now my breath smells like garlic-fried fish. Gross.
I probably do my most effective thinking during my long runs. Good weather and my iPod paired with the exercise endorphins always put me in such a positive mindset, which is so relieving. How could I be upset about anything when my heart is pounding so hard in my chest that it has no spare ounce of energy to beat desperately about anything else? The important thing is for you to get stronger. A little pain helps you to grow. Leave the past in the past; deal with the present. Prove to yourself what you're worth. My new role model is Elastigirl. I thought of things like that, and it felt amazing.
The feeling lasted through the end of The Incredibles. Then I plummeted. But that means I'm growing, right?
So thank goodness I have work. It gets me to stop thinking so much about Me, which is kind of what I need right now. I don't even mind getting out late, since I figure I make another dollar for each extra 4 minutes that I stay. I like talking to the hostesses and waiters and bussers and bartenders and the valet when he comes inside to stay warm at the end of the night--discussions about good books, updates about photography gigs or photo journalism internships or new oil paintings, stories about their kids or who they're dating, complaints about customers, hairdresser referrals, casual banter. Shoot, I wish I could be at work all the time. Does this mean I need a life? :P
Hapkido place on Saturdayyyyyyy.
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