i could be making pancakes right now. We have been rained off of the farm, and what could be better than cozying up with a stack, an espresso, and last weekends Globe and Mail (im busy, i can only read a section a day...Wednesday is for the crossword, actually...); its been awhile, and it would be a lovely way to deal with yet another wet, grey, "spring" day, helping to resist the urge to crawl back into bed and sleep until the sun decides to shine again.
instead i am eating the same cereal i have for the last four days, not because my seasonally affected disorder has disabled me from finding joy and putting effort into my breakfasts--i simply, really, wanted more to spend this newfound time writing and cereal is quick, that and its really good cereal, i made it myself.
So that is what i am going to do until heading off to yoga--which, like pancakes, keeps me from being as miserable as the weather. Rain now has come to mean that instead of weeding, i can attend practice, and that--actually wanting the rain to come-- is probably the truest sign to me that im on a different path...
Breakfast, time to write, and yoga: its a pretty sunny day after all