Monday: My Day

Monday is the day when my roads are normally opened. They may be blocked, winding, or even messy but they are opened for me to make choices. After a rather pleasant weekend, my workday began with the new process of creating my face. It did not take as long as I had anticipated and soon, I was out the door en route to the job that I wish to change. Because of the paint that was applied to my face, I was a more effective person today. The amount of compliments that I received for my appearance was simply amazing. The positive energy lifted me into other dimensions that I recognized as former haunts. It was a good feeling for me.
The experiences that my body has been through since the car accident last July continue. Another doctor must be added to the list to address my nervous system with x-rays. Apparently, now my neck wishes to go through muscle spasms and remain tight as a rope without any regard for the efforts of my physical therapist. My exercise of choice has been elimanated from my routine for months now with no hope of it returning anytime soon. However, my former pilates torturemaster remained on my mind. I felt as if I needed something healing while my body goes through aging and adjusting to trauma. The medical background of the torturemaster combined with her knowledge of my body make for an excellent canditate to assist me with remaining bikini ready as all of this is thrown at me. However, it was not until my mother mentioned that she could help me that I finally called her. Alas, I wanted my dance strenous and harsh as it may be. Its not what is needed at this time. My first class was this evening, and it felt nice to sweat. The rest of this journey is tba as I am living it day by day.
The rain falls to the earth to replenish her green and nurture the oceans. The thunder rumbles and shakes my home as the candles flicker back and forth. My summer vacation is around the corner and there is much work to be done if I am going to truly meet the challenge of my career transition. My trusted advisors await my next move. It was necessary for me to stop doing everything at once. It was not accomplishing goals and work makes it impossible for me to focus on the new trials and tribulations of working for myself full time. The idea of answering to myself without the boring routine of nothing changing and ineffective leadership is quite attractive to me. It is my intent to bake this delicious cake and then, have a nice slice of it. Perhaps, I shall add a scoop of ice cream…..a glass of champagne would not hurt either.