WOD?:
Rest day. finally, a WOD i can actually do. this week has been a ball of suck, monday's rain really threw me for a shivering loop. all sorts of wrongness. wrongness upon wrongness, blocked, frustrated, stuck.
DAY?:
not bad, half-productive. sock finally falling into place, yay. cast on owl sweater, yay. haven't touched the bag yet, boo, but that's not the end of the world. dada halfway there, just need to actually finish it.
EMO?:
so much that needs finishing. itchy with need to finish, just need to get my ass in the chair and do it. so much like the rest of this damn week, everything eaten up fighting the resistance instead of just doing the whatever it is. thinking of tricks and ideas for next week -- the fifteen minute timer, change that to fifteen minutes of filing when i feel incompetent.
i will either have a spanking clean office or get shit done. win win.
CORPUS?:
moon time. that about says it all; all i want to do is lie down with a lick of blanket across my middle to keep it warm and quiet while the body does its animal thing.
DID?:
picked up gareth's truck, refilled growler. had dinner.
went to bed. am missing the high that comes with the workout, frankly. need to hold that to the fore when i get the don't wannas, hold the feelings of completion and doneness forward, remember the frustration that comes with fighting the resistance rather than saying "you're right, let's just touch the door." remember those days? let's just touch the door, and at least you got a walk in.