as i sit with glassy eyes in the cafe of georgetown's barnes and noble, i wanted to share my week in review. would love to hear yours!
- turned in abnormal psych paper and stats take home exam.
- handled taxes for four entities plus self.
- had tea with old friend on similar path seeking mindfulness.
- taught 3 classes.
- had acupuncture + 2 physical therapy sessions.
- saw hand surgeon to schedule july surgery to repair thumb (condition common in flexi women).
- hosted a fave couple for dinner by candlelight on patio sans mosquitoes.
- played in my visual journal.
- new cut + color a la anna wintour.
- filled out oodles of bank statements and credit card statements for accountant. boo.
- mentoring session with beloved yogini.
- met with judge of next week's eco-chic award at the cocoran gallery (TranquiliT is a nominee).
- evening of revitalization at barnes + noble.
- reflexology indulgence.
- handled oodles of challenging e-mails. was it a full moon?
- skype chat with britt re: off the mat, into the world.
- scheduled 2011 teacher training dates with fellow managers.
- recorded 4th podcast for tranquilista e-course participants on style.
despite a list of completed tasks and pleasant exchanges, i'm feeling less than full at the moment. healing feels like a full-time job that has me heading to acupuncture, physical therapy, doctor appointments, and needing help carrying basics like a laptop and planner pad.
as a blogger since 2004, i've only begun looking at other blogs recently. i'm blown away by the beauty and creativity that shines forth. funny how looking at other people's greatness can leave me inspired and . . . feeling sub par. anyone else struggle with this dilemma?
for example, i'm totally into visual journaling now and so inspired by lisa sonora beam and hope wallace karney's journals. OMG. gorgeous.
a friend passed along the above image of a self-improvement section where she saw my book. it's a good reminder that we are *all* works in progress. constantly given the opportunity to grow and repot ourselves as we outgrow - even if our journals aren't *yet* works of art.