Practicing the art of publishing and relentless Optimism against the INEVITABLE flow of time and my own self consciousness by not taking it too seriously.

New York.

Sat Yoga and Meditation

Yoga was good. I’m clearly tired but I love waking up and stretching out, warming to this beautiful stretchy self. I feel lighter, airy, ethereal. But it’s hurting to be so tired and sleep deprived. And I didn’t feel the high as much as I normally do. It showed the most in the meditation, where I was nearly nodding off rather than any level of focused breathing or anything. And it was noisy. And short. Excuses I guess.

I had three intentions from the meditation. Book, Health, sleep. I want to be better at each, and I think Peter being gone will help. I’d like to use the next 4/5 days as a spring board for the rest of the summer/early fall. That means being more disciplined on writing and publishing. More stretching, PT, not just watching videos or whatever. Get a swim tomorrow? Get a lift in? Thursday yoga. PT and stretch every night, before bed, after brushing my teeth. At get in bed by 11. Sleep. SLEEEP. Teeth at 11 sharp. Youtube and stretching/PT/writing until before 12.

Had a minor thought about “winter of my discontent” but I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get too it. A touch more of everything for less pay off. I hope the health thing can be mitigated in the next few weeks. I think that and Peter might make it a tad easier on the actual work but it will require more determination and discipline. Fine.

Sunday Swimming

Running