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I watched a Scooby Doo video recently (Christine's nostalgia), and found myself appalled that the monsters were "real." I was glad to read that i am not the only one:
http://www.comicsalliance.com/2011/11/25/ask-chris-81-scooby-doo-and-secular-humanism/
Obsessive resting by just watching Bones for hours. I did a little crochet, finishing a small, simple pattern that i had designed with beads in single crochet. I had tried on grid paper, and found the stitches really are more of a brick pattern than grid. I'd ripped out that work and redesigned on a graph paper i'd found designed for bead work. That mostly worked, but i found myself slightly changing the pattern as i stitched it to fit reality. As i was working on it and adapting as i went, i realized how happy i was with the ease with which i adapted: not exactly "going with the flow," but more of a detachment from "being right" with my plan. I think this is an evolution for me to not get hung up on "being right." Of course, i was fortunate in that the second plan used fewer beads than the first, and i didn't have color changes to manage. All the beads have to be on the thread before you start.
I'm going to be late again to work today, but resting and taking it easy in the morning seems wise. I can tell i'm afraid of feeling under the weather while traveling, worried about exhausting myself. I am trying to just recognize the fear and let it go. I am merely suffering from some minor head cold with very mild body aches: i'm trusting i will feel energized again when it passes and holding my older, ingrained fears of giving in to being lazy or depressed back. "Trust the body," i remind myself, "We have seen how energy just suddenly returns to the body without it being the result of a force of will." (That's not the royal we but the internal committee we.)
http://www.comicsalliance.com/2011/11/25/ask-chris-81-scooby-doo-and-secular-humanism/
Obsessive resting by just watching Bones for hours. I did a little crochet, finishing a small, simple pattern that i had designed with beads in single crochet. I had tried on grid paper, and found the stitches really are more of a brick pattern than grid. I'd ripped out that work and redesigned on a graph paper i'd found designed for bead work. That mostly worked, but i found myself slightly changing the pattern as i stitched it to fit reality. As i was working on it and adapting as i went, i realized how happy i was with the ease with which i adapted: not exactly "going with the flow," but more of a detachment from "being right" with my plan. I think this is an evolution for me to not get hung up on "being right." Of course, i was fortunate in that the second plan used fewer beads than the first, and i didn't have color changes to manage. All the beads have to be on the thread before you start.
I'm going to be late again to work today, but resting and taking it easy in the morning seems wise. I can tell i'm afraid of feeling under the weather while traveling, worried about exhausting myself. I am trying to just recognize the fear and let it go. I am merely suffering from some minor head cold with very mild body aches: i'm trusting i will feel energized again when it passes and holding my older, ingrained fears of giving in to being lazy or depressed back. "Trust the body," i remind myself, "We have seen how energy just suddenly returns to the body without it being the result of a force of will." (That's not the royal we but the internal committee we.)
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