Halfway through my second double shift in a row. Hard to move, really.
So last night’s experiment in kindness went well: I didn’t get stressed out and there were no real assholes. Coincidence? Maybe.
I tried it again this morning and it went well. I feel pretty good about it.
Now I’m supposed to remember to enjoy life and be playful. Great. Sounds like something I will really excel at…
Here’s something I thought about this morning:
It’s more fun to be seen reading the New Yorker than it is to read the New Yorker.
I’m just guessing since I don’t read it, but seems true.
I don’t think this update is pointless. Cataloguing your developing mindfulness is important. Because some days it won’t feel like it’s worth the hassle and then you’ll have days like this to encourage you.
I buy these lit mags and never read them. Why? Now I know why. It’s more fun to get them in the mail than read them.