Giving You My Mind, One Piece at a Time
I spent a large portion of the day yesterday thinking it was Friday, even though I knew it was not on another level. Don’t know why, but for some reason, Thursday is the hardest day of the week for me to “remember what day it is.”
It may be because it’s the only day of the week that I don’t have some kind of regularly scheduled activity, like a webinar, or conference call, etc. Now that I think about it, that makes sense..0. Although, I don’t have anything regularly scheduled for Saturdays either, but they always seem to be identifiable.
I didn’t make a great deal of progress on my course yesterday, but I did spend time learning some new tools that I need to complete the project. I may or may not meet the contest deadline, but I’m not stressing over it as it’s competition, which is something I’ve tried to remove from my life when I started removing ego influences.
I keep vacillating on the format of a couple of the lessons, and I’ve massaged the structure a bit as well. It will all be fine in the end, I just have to remind myself that the creative process is a chaotic one.
I’m getting a haircut this morning, it’s the new moon. I get my hair cut on the new moon because I’m a cheap bastard. There is an “old wive’s tale” that I heard over 20 years ago that if you want your hair to grow slowly, you get it cut on the new moon, and if you want it to grow quickly, you get it cut on the full moon.
I started experimenting with that years ago, and have found that it applies to me. So, by getting my haircuts on the new moon, I’m able to reduce my visits to the hairdresser to four per year. I get my head shaved to a #1 clipper every three months. That’s a far cry from when I was doing the redhead thing and was going to the salon every six weeks (and paying $150 per visit). My four haircuts a year now cost me $60 (that’s including tip). Vanity was an expensive habit I was happy to break.
I may or may not got to Walmart while I am out. I haven’t been in months, actually, but since I’m going to be in the neighborhood, I might make the effort. Emphasis on the word might. I still don’t have a burning desire to go through the store just to pick up eggs and cheese. I still have plenty of frozen veggies in the freezer, plenty of meat, Rebel Time-out on speed dial… I’m all good.
May you love the life you create for yourself. Namaste & ciao for now.