Wandering Mind

I practiced.  That’s my accomplishment.  Focus was hit and miss, bandhas decided they wanted to sleep in lieu of joining me, my muscles and joints were all there but seemed to be doing their own thing.  But at least I was on my mat… and savasana was actually quite nice.

I don’t know what’s going on with my practice.  I’ve really had to push myself to practice lately and I’ve talked myself out of practicing too much in the last couple of weeks.  My first inclination is to blame it on job stress or at least how I’m letting that affect me.  I actually swore (f-bomb) at/to a couple of my students when they were getting careless on the table saw.  I had already given them a couple of warnings but they were not heeded and one woman was having to move her hands a bit too franticly toward the blade.  Frantic + Power Saw = BAD.  After that, however, they did quite well.  I’m really enjoying the students, it’s just that I’m supervising/teaching for 27 hours each week and I’m finding it hard to have time to prepare for class, do the construction drawings, research, purchasing, and go to meetings…  But it’s not horrible, it’s just waiting for me to figure out an efficient way to organize it…

Really, though, I’m not entirely convinced that’s it.  It’s probably be part of it.  I think I may be expecting too much from myself and then if I don’t achieve it, practicing is less…just less.  

But it’s cyclical, so I should observe and remember and apply.  

The Blonde Lady left for Rome yesterday.  She’s doing a commercial for a cruise line and it shoots in Rome, Venice, somewhere in Greece (I think) and on the ship.  She called this morning and said they were going to go test ride some Vespas to possibly use in the commercial.  I’m so in the wrong end of this business.