January 5th, 2015

blackhat

Serenitree

I'm not feeling the serenity this morning: tea kettle failed, stove took FOREVER, so i checked work email on my phone after the kitchen was tidy and found crises out the wazoo. (Is that how one spells that? Christine laughs when i ask her for spelling help.)

I do not begrudge Christine her morning grieving. It is there, too, though, and it feels like a part of serenity and thriving. I will let her teach me how to grieve.

What helps me here? Feeling i can trust my new director and trading-places-manager. I've been ticking through my morning checklist. I've set a Condition of Enoughness for the day.

I was exchanging brief words with [personal profile] piemancer about paper journals vs typed, and i reflected on how i'm enjoying my digital pens because i can now doodle like the below and yet have the notes with me wherever i am (thanks to the synchronization magic of Evernote). (I may still be traumatized by loosing a paper journal in college.)


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