weekend relax attempt
Feb. 28th, 2009 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Fatigued.
Even with espresso.
Charlotte came over after Adam and I returned from the chiropractor.
We had a yoga session downstairs, after I took a Soma and got relaxed enough.
My nerves are still on humming edge. My ninety-day evaluation at work happens on Monday morning. I am sure my boss likes me enough, but hell, I don't actually know. He seems to be dropping hints about the future, like projects happening later in the year, but I've never done this before, I have no idea. I have been so highly stressed that I have vibrated on occasion. Have you done a three-month evaluation?
Cats are always, always ideal for calming me down. So is husband. I love practicing magic and meditation with him. I love living magic with him.
Dreaming, Chuang Tzu became a butterfly;
Waking, the butterfly became a man.
Who knows which is real?
Who know where endless changes end?
The waters of the deepest sea
Return to the smallest stream.
The melon-grower outside the city gate
Was once the King of the Hill.
Even rank and riches eventually disappear.
You know, and still you toil.
-Daily Zen
Even with espresso.
Charlotte came over after Adam and I returned from the chiropractor.
We had a yoga session downstairs, after I took a Soma and got relaxed enough.
My nerves are still on humming edge. My ninety-day evaluation at work happens on Monday morning. I am sure my boss likes me enough, but hell, I don't actually know. He seems to be dropping hints about the future, like projects happening later in the year, but I've never done this before, I have no idea. I have been so highly stressed that I have vibrated on occasion. Have you done a three-month evaluation?
Cats are always, always ideal for calming me down. So is husband. I love practicing magic and meditation with him. I love living magic with him.
Dreaming, Chuang Tzu became a butterfly;
Waking, the butterfly became a man.
Who knows which is real?
Who know where endless changes end?
The waters of the deepest sea
Return to the smallest stream.
The melon-grower outside the city gate
Was once the King of the Hill.
Even rank and riches eventually disappear.
You know, and still you toil.
-Daily Zen