It's 3:35 pm and I haven't been into the studio all day except for a brief moment to take the plastic off the board of yunomi that I made yesterday.
How to I feel about this? Shame, guilt. Why am I even taking time to write this post? Well, because I think it's important. Important to just acknowledge where I am in this moment. And I know that I have at least 5 hours ahead of me if I want to go in there and work.
I didn't get up till 8am. Meditated, had coffee, journaled, ate breakfast, scrolled through all the crap on FB, uncovered those pots at some point, did dishes. Then it was off to coach a class at CrossFit Shelby, then my own workout and a trip to the grocery. I just ate a lunch of leftover really yummy paleo chicken soup. Ah. So.
I have sort of screwed up my planning for the week ahead. It frustrates me to know this. I like things to line up. Beginnings and endings. This, then this, then this. Well the week ahead is going to be stop and go, back and forth, up and down. I talked to Sarah about it on the phone a minute ago. She says, that's okay. She's right. I still feel aggravated by it.
This time just after all the holidays is an uphill walk. Or maybe a slow downhill roll, waiting to gain some momentum. I'd rather think of it like that. Ok. Be good to myself. Time to go make a few pots and cut the feet on those cups.