Keep it simple, ______ ...and yesterday.

I bet I know where your mind went with regards to that last word.  But I've been working the word "stupid" out of my vocabulary lately, especially with regards to myself.   When addressing myself in situations that lead me call myself that word, I now say, "Keep it simple, Superstar!".

For a few months, I've been scheduling posts on two blogs and getting so caught up in other stuff that I see those two entries in my calendar and get a head cramp.  So I'm going to keep it simple and come home to this one.  I like this one.  It's me.  I don't know why I ever strayed.

Now, let me tell you all about yesterday.  If there's a moral, I hope I'll find it as I write.  Bear in mind that my intention for yesterday was to get to my studio for a practice.

I slept through my alarm, missing my appointment with my chiropractor.  Waking up with a jolt set the energy well - before I had finished my coffee I had worked out a solution to quite the potentially epic mistake and called to reschedule a meeting working out that solution caused me to miss.  My phone.  It began to ring.  And ring.  No worries - I'm used to that, especially the day after a holiday.  I decided to get out of the house - - and go to the grocery store.  Straight up - somebody nearly ran over me out of impatience while I was selecting avocados, and I'm a fast picker.  (I have a knowing when it comes to avocados.)  I couldn't get down an aisle without someone turning their cart sideways in front of mine and answering a phone call.  Decided to tone out a little, and went on one of my favorite quick excursions on the way home:

I stopped at the drugstore for a makeup fix to calm down.  I *love* going hog wild on makeup at the drugstore.  Picked a quiet one, that's usually not crowded, where I could browse aisles and cruise lipsticks.  I was oggling a blue nail polish when I heard a cashier say, "She's down again!  Call 911!"  I thought he was joking about a fellow staff member.  They weren't.  A woman had pass out at the counter, gotten up, walked outside, and passed out again on the sidewalk - knocking out a tooth when she landed.  It was awful.  And while it had no direct effect on me - - you know.  I went home.

I got home about ten minutes before the class I wanted to attend was to start, and decided to attend the next.  Unloaded the car, put the groceries on the kitchen floor, and started to unload.  Picked up a jar of half sour pickles and felt the beginnings of a back spasm.  Went to lay down.  Stayed the hell there.  Let myself stay the hell there longer.  Got up, heated the foyer, and had a practice.  Ahhhhh.  Except for...

I went into the bathroom to take my contacts out for bed, and there, on the door, was a roach the size of a fucking skateboard.  It flew, I hollered, and it ran into the bedroom.  Ridding my home of that monster took an hour.  Just how big was it?  *The dog was scared of it.*  And she stayed scared until about 2.00am - sitting on my shoulder after I went to bed, not wanting the lights out, nudging me to wake me to make sure things were okay, hiding under all the pillows (Totsi weighs 50 pounds).  She's still keeping at least one part of her body in contact with me right now, and if I move, she gets upset.

So - moral?  I kept moving yesterday by keeping it simple.  (I knew I could find one!)

Create an amazing Wednesday!  It's so good to be home.

Namaste, baby!