I missed yesterday altogether. I am falling off the wagon, or I’m just too busy with my taxes, or too busy worrying about doing my taxes.
After Bikram, I had another physical therapy appointment for my cranial sacral treatment. This time she actually did some work directly on my left leg. I am looking forward to the impact.
I finally got the birthday card I made sent off to Sidney, my two-year-old grandnephew. I put it in a large manilla envelope with one sheet of cardboard to support it. Later that evening, Yvette had a chance to do some Graston work on me. I didn’t refuse. When she came up, she was bearing a king-sized bar of Hersey’s with almonds from Josh. Josh apologized for not being able to find one with whole almonds.
This morning I didn’t go to Bikram. I after two rounds of bodywork yesterday, my body deserved a rest. To boot, today was the three-hour sound meditation workshop at the Bikram studio.
I came home and rested. When I got up, I finally did some work on my taxes. My resistance is priceless. I had most of the work organized. There was no doubt in my conscious mind that I was perfectly capable of doing it, yet there was that voice inside of me that said it would be too hard for me, I wouldn’t be able to do it right- a very annoying voice. I tallied the medical bills. I had already thought of some information I was missing and called for it. I also found that I didn’t understand the dental bills. I called and left a message, asking them to add up the year’s expenses and let me know. I will call them again on Monday. They may not understand that I have an appointment with my tax accountant on Tuesday. Of course, I can always call in that amount a few days later for her to add in.
Saturday is devoted to my NPR radio shows. Do love Saturdays.
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