The bath was good.
and, i don’t know man. the weight of these days is still here. I’m doing what i need to do, I have a therapy appt, a friend is going to hook me up with weight watchers, and i’m going to spend the day reading. I’m not even going to go get the tomato i need for the tacos. (tomato be damned. kids will eat beans, meat and cheese and be damn happy about it.)
here are some good words :
- jump
- popcorn
- wherewithal
- liminal
- rainbow (so damn literal and yet hardly.)
- burble
- knee (the knights that say Ni)
- sheep
- bologna
- marshmallow
- luminary
I think i’m a fan of the lumen. clearly.
these are words i jotted while in a class i am still taking in order to be a coach of sorts, to get people to see that they hold their own answers, and can actually figure their own shit out. how bout that? and while i think it is COMPLETELY worthwhile for someone to do this work, i’m embarrassed about it, for me.
because the blue collar in me poo-poos it. and it is so generational, and complex, just that sentence. has to do with my dad, and my utterly ridiculous self-identity as a toughie.
because i’m a total puff. marshmallow indeed. mostly.
partly, that is what is going to make me a great coach, because i love easily and freely. and want the best for all my people. the best of the best.
and how freaking obnoxious is that? is it going on a business card? am i going to frost my hair and wear crystals ?
shoot.
i’m not in that good of a mood today. but really?
i am the statue of liberty baby. ‘give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free… ‘
yeah, i can point your ass in the right direction.
try me.
