Today, I went into work with the same straightened hair from last night (thank you, Sarah). I felt light and good. It only took about four minutes at the Brooklyn branch to start feeling icky. What bad vibes there! My ego started playing with me and I grew more and more despondent over the fact that my boss didn't say anything about the reading. The teachers who were there did, and a few others who couldn't make it responded when I told them about it. But I let my mind mess with me and I grew depressed, felt sad that all the victory of the students was ignored by management.
Then I decided to celebrate as I tend to do (at this age)...coffee and a black and white cookie. Eileen caught me and declared an intervention and marched me over to a health food store where miracle of miracles there is a juice bar in the back! She got the carrot juice that isn't so bad with apple juice and I got the very berry drink with strawberries, etc, and it was divine.
Changed my life.
Later, I found Eileen in her class, called her out and hugged her. So something good came from the day.
I was detoxed.
1 comment:
I am beginning to see a pattern in your writing…mmmm, it's a good thing, please don't misunderstand me or take my comments wrong.
maybe I should say, a "recurring consistency."That would be meant as a compliment, not a critic; besides, I'm not qualified.
It seems to me that whether you're talking about going to the Bagel Store or what you are going to do with your new novel, you have this recognizable verve, I guess.
Any way, I like it and it makes it much more interesting and fun to read your posts.
Congradulations!
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