Sure, I'll hold.
As if I have another option.
6 days until my flight to India.
[Sigh.]
I just want to be alone. I feel like I have been living in a thrift store the last couple of weeks--lots of things once held dear. I just taught my last class and all my checks are in the mail (or so they say). The "throw out" stuff is thrown out. The "giveaway" stuff is given away. The "to sell" stuff is being sold. I've said a lot of goodbyes. I'm unraveling a sweater. I'm a tied-down hot air balloon waiting to float into the sky.
I need to check with my supervisor, can you please hold again?
Yes, of course.
My asana practice is a TV on in another room. I'm going, I'm practicing, and then it's the next day again. But even when I'm not looking at the TV, the shows keep playing and in practice the same holds true. I let out a yelp when I landed on my upper arms in karandavasana and then went on with my day as if it happened to someone else or me in a future time.
Waiting is the hardest part. Or is it being on hold?
As if I have another option.
6 days until my flight to India.
[Sigh.]
I just want to be alone. I feel like I have been living in a thrift store the last couple of weeks--lots of things once held dear. I just taught my last class and all my checks are in the mail (or so they say). The "throw out" stuff is thrown out. The "giveaway" stuff is given away. The "to sell" stuff is being sold. I've said a lot of goodbyes. I'm unraveling a sweater. I'm a tied-down hot air balloon waiting to float into the sky.
I need to check with my supervisor, can you please hold again?
Yes, of course.
My asana practice is a TV on in another room. I'm going, I'm practicing, and then it's the next day again. But even when I'm not looking at the TV, the shows keep playing and in practice the same holds true. I let out a yelp when I landed on my upper arms in karandavasana and then went on with my day as if it happened to someone else or me in a future time.
Waiting is the hardest part. Or is it being on hold?
You'll need to dial this number instead.
I wonder what a snake feels like when it crawls out of its own skin or a snail that trades its home for another. Is it like a much wanted shower or is it like a small death?
you seriously need to get a life...these blogs go nowhere...
ReplyDelete"The wind bloweth where it listeth,
ReplyDeleteand
thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh,
and
whither it goeth.
so is everyone that is born of the Spirit"
Elise, hang in there.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, waiting sucks. But time passes quickly. Before you know it, you'll be gone!
ReplyDeleteAnon- That was kind of the point.
ReplyDeleteThat said, I appreciate you taking the time to comment. Next time maybe you'll even be brave enough to include your name and website/blog. Thanks for the constructive criticism, I really know where to take my writing after your advice... Oh, and "get a life"? Really? What--are you like twelve?
Zee-Look who is back!
Liz-Thanks! Moving is hard and all these changes too. Yesterday we had a sale and I feel like now I can be excited about the trip :)
Nairam- Thanks!