It's as if I'm trying not to live through exercise. A spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down. Why? What better past time am I rushing off to? It's one thing to look forward to certain times and events, but I find myself wishing every minute away. A couple blog posts ago, I even pronounced my auntie's visits dead--well, her death was greatly exaggerated; it turns out my body isn't quite that mature yet. Hold your horses. Patience, grasshopper. It's okay, everything's okay, nothing is so unpleasant that it cannot be tolerated a little bit longer.
Breathe in, breathe out, pack your lunch and take your headphones: that is what music is for, when the traffic is too bad to come home for lunch, but too loud at work to concentrate on reading anything. This season is happy, but it's overwhelming, and I am thankful that we got away for a week this month.
I will try to
ps. This nifty Buddha Cat came from here: http://bmoussart.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-aceo-buddha-cat.html