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clean socks and balance ~ April 30, 2002 - 7:53 p.m. I was going to go do laundry tonight, but it is so not happening. I'm the kind of exhausted where your whole body just feels heavy, like you've been poured full of concrete. and I'm not even sure why. it's true that I didn't get enough sleep last night, or the night before. or hell, the night before that. and that I worked in the kitchen today, which is just generally pretty tiring for no reason I can adequately explain. just chopping vegetables and stuff. and it's true that a group of us met with babaji today. and that was a bit emotionally draining for me. I don't even have the energy to talk about it right now, ask me later. and it's cold and rainy today. tired. there's a going away party for a very cool woman named manjarika tonight, with drumming and stuff, but I just don't think I can manage it. I think tonight is a night for collapsing into bed. I am still loving it here, but I'm also still working at balancing everything. asana practice and meditation practice and group activities and work and my telecommute job and finding time to rest and play. and do laundry. don't even ask about my own writing. but really, it's all so worth it. and I know I'm going to find my balance sooner or later. I just wish I had clean socks.
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