Yoga, Mint Tea, and Rainy Mornings.
I realized with my last post that I was in a weird head space. I must re-tract a statement and say: I don't want to smoke weed. I was going through a "I don't give a fuck" phase. I'm in a better place now; amazing what a stomach virus can do. I've been out of work for a week and besides sleeping and nibbling on toast, I've spent a lot of time soul searching and giving myself permission to explore some thoughts and feelings. I finally have time to do yoga and enjoy the practice; not just hop on the mat, stretch for 15 minutes, and hop off because I'm late for work. Baxter and I found some nice trails in the woods by the high school up the street from me and though they're not much, they're enough to take a good two mile walk away from the neighborhoods. They're actually quite pretty right now with the lilac trees blooming. Anyway, moral of the story, while I sit here sipping my mint tea I was inspired to write after almost two months. I'...