Day 11: Writing and not writing: When I’m not writing I’m still writing.
If I told you I would have to kill you.
Writing my blog is the therapy that helps me to unremember the day that I really can’t talk about. It’s puts a period at the end of the work day and moves my intention, my attention to focus on something else besides work. It helps me keep the HIPPA promise.
What goes on in Vegas stays in Vegas.
I spend my work days driving around to people’s houses. I have great thinking time in the car. I have a computer. I have two computers. I have two computers and an iphone. I try to chart in real time. It never happens. My hot spot doesn’t work most of the time. I still have a hard time computing at the job because I like to look at the people I’m talking to but I have grown to accept this.
Right now when I’m not working, charting or writing I’m working on a video project that I love.
If I told you I would have to kill you
The rest of my time is spent being the concierge to these two lovely creatures.
In. out. in. out.
Soon the weather will be cool and for MeMe I’ll only have to do the outs.
Barney will be 18 on October 23 so I look at every in and out as potentially the last one.
Today is Yom Kippur. I took the day off. I told everyone to leave me alone so I could work on my meditation, rejuvenate my soul and find some peace.
My brain is aching.
My soul screaming for relief.
But if meditation is the intention for attention to bring you to this very moment in the present. Writing is meditation.
Then I’m meditating.