I slept in till 6, late for me. I had had a restless night. Who knows why? I did think some uncomfortable thoughts about the political situation, but that was it.
I called Jean M, my friend in Arizona. No answer. This was the second time I called when I got no response. I texted her, asking if I should be concerned. Sure enough, she had been in pain for the last three weeks because of a torn ACL.
I spent the morning editing and sending out the writing I worked on with M and J. I need to edit them for my mistakes, not theirs. I emailed both documents to their parents. J told me his mom can't read English.
I also got a good bit done on my PowerPoint for the workshop. Writing the article has provided me with a structure for the workshop I didn't have before. Everything improves everything.
I did a little gardening in the strips to the side of the driveway. I expected the Kia dealer to return my car and wanted to be easy to find. They assured me they had no problems using my device to charge my car.
I had a session with D. at 11:30. He was much better. Yes, he made some errors, but he read more words with greater ease, and he could figure out how to do division. It is time to use the material he is working on for school. We both have to be on Google Meet for that to happen. D. tried to send me an invitation, but we couldn't connect. I called the school's tech support guy later in the day. Jeff told me I had to initiate the session, not D. He was trying to show me how. No luck. I needed to get off. I had a 1:30; I was tired enough already.
I had a session with Shelly at noon. Since I'm finally coming out of the closet with my work, that's what I worked on. I mentioned the article I was writing to a friend. She got it and contacted someone she knew was well-connected to the Hawaiian teacher's union. Unfortunately, I know this woman. I have had two unpleasant experiences with her. I know her as inflexible and controlling. However, I don't want to have a closed mind. After I have the article professionally edited, I will email it to her. We'll see. Worst-case scenario, she will tell me to write about evidenced-based methods without recognizing how this already addresses some of those concerns- and is easy to learn and cheap to administer.
In my work with Shelly, first, I released my negative feelings about being successful. Thanks to my parents, this possibility evokes terror in me. My mother felt all forms of visibility were dangerous. My father assured me that, "No prophet is accepted in his own country." He pointed to the example of Christ. Hmm! Let's see how interested or willing I am to be nailed to a cross? Not.
After releasing the negative feelings, I released the negative aspects of the positive feelings about success, keeping anything positive or anything I still needed. If you're having trouble following all the positives and negatives, I did too. This was the feeling that I felt good about success. Well, the image that came up was anything but good. I was being carried by a crowd with my guts, literally, spilling out. They are not celebrating me; they are out to kill me. And this is my positive image of success? Hmm!! Wonder why I have some reluctance to pursue it.
At some point in the image, I turned and stabbed one of the men bearing me aloft. He was shocked. Really? Because of the intensity of my anger, I can free myself. My tormentors were taken aback. Rather than run, I turned and attacked them, cursing them, damning them to eternal hell. My attacks frightened them; they backed up, and I pursued. Hm! I had a clue now as to why I fear success. I feared my own anger. I don't want to live that way. The victim, given half a chance, becomes the victimizer. I have to face this anger for so many reasons.
I had a session with J at 1:30. J. he zoomed through several levels. I found everything we selected too easy for him. I need to identify his level.
Deb, one of the driveway yoga students, came by to celebrate my Australian birthday. She can't make it on Saturdays; it's family time. She brought me flowers, a commercially made layer cake with strawberries, a large bag of Hersey's chocolate mixed nuggets, and some homemade turkey soup. This is all so Hawaiian. I'm sure a lot of this love is really for Yvette rather than me; I'm part of the ohana. I'll take it.
Darby met up with me for our evening walk. She handed me a small package and wished me a happy birthday. I shook it as we walked along. I had thought it might be some sweet Patrick, her husband, had made. But no. I could feel it rolling in its box. Ah, it's a lime. Darby and Patrick have a great lime tree. She hoped the lime would be a good one.
I have been watching Far Out East. It stars the guy who had the lead in the Australian series Rake. Richard Roxburgh. I observed him walking bare on the beach with his' girlfriend.' I noticed I could clearly see the bottom of his foot as he walked while I couldn't see hers. He flexes his foot completely and starts his stride on the edge of his heel. It looked like the right way to walk. Her walk looked like she was shuffling in comparison—something for me to work for.
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