(Insert one of those convoluted infographics: the linear progress you expect to make, versus the convoluted mess life generally is!)
I went back & skimmed a few “ancient history” SP entries from 2014 - thank the Lord I am no longer having to “co-parent” with my ex-husband; talk about exhaustion!!! Then reviewed a few desperate entries from ‘21 when I was seriously concerned about Z’s “failure to launch”… Fun times! (not)
But yesterday I couldn’t face another Texas swing in the weather, with bitter cold & icy wind - it was like a game of chicken with my friend Sam texting to cancel first! But my consolation prize was meeting my son for a late lunch/early dinner; I hadn’t shared a meal with him for quite a while. And I mean “share” quite literally because he wanted to order appetizers off their happy hour menu; Z wouldn’t even let me look at the regular menu… I shouldn’t have indulged in that Moscow Mule; Zach said I was “moving like a zombie” when we left. Z was a little disillusioned, being reprimanded after correcting his boss’s mistake. I told him in large part that’s why I didn’t go to work at the zoo; I didn’t care to deal with the city bureaucracy. Thankfully he’s still getting on well with his coworkers & shouldn’t have to deal with a lot of daily interaction with this particular supervisor.
Meanwhile my only supervisor is me, myself & I, so I’ve got to get moving!
Edited postscript: the "Begin Again" title is derived from the fact that I finally peeled my rump out of my recliner last night, to stretch out on my yoga mat with my old "yoga crush" Robert - he has made some new videos for my YogaAnytime app; intermediate level is still a little beyond me, but dammit I TRIED..
