See and hear and smell and taste

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JUNE 20, 2011

Woke up totally annoyed and hungry and dwelling on everything that needs to get fixed about my life. Things that I didn't even know were wrong.

Good morning. 

Yesterday I was doing yoga and had some urgent "insights" that I had to go write down. Then I read them later, and guess what? They sucked!

I'm writing words on a piece of paper. Why? Why do I need more words on pieces of paper? Aren't there enough already?

OK, let's see if we can focus on something positive. Just write down one good thing, like the sun is out. Or I am alive. Or I can see and hear and smell and taste. Those are all good. All good things.

Today is the first day of art camp for Hugo. I try to remember that feeling of going off to do something new and fun with a group of kids that you don't know. Excited, but a little bit scared. Awkward at first, but by the end of the day they'll all be best friends.