The K word

There is this sick competition going on at the office over who has the highest Klout score. One of us will check and make a comment about our score, then one by one, the others will drop what they are doing to check theirs. It’s the most ridiculous thing, since the score means nothing. The person with the most twitter followers, and as far as we can tell, the most respected level of influence in his field, has a score lower than mine. 

Maybe I just don’t understand how it works. But I know if my score drops, I fall into a funk. Yet another measurement by which to disappoint myself.

Struggling through Yoga

Every time I do yoga, I cry. I don’t know if it’s a release of all my pent up anxiety and tension, or my body’s way of letting out the toxins. But today, tears were replaced by irritation. All the deep breaths and meditative thoughts couldn’t get me to banish the anger I feel towards person X -  X being too provocative a designation for this wretched and insipid individual. Instead of light and love inhabiting my thoughts, I used yoga to clarify just what approach my revenge should take. 

The Healing Hug

Honestly, after a bad day at work, I didn’t think anything but a new job would make me feel better. But then my son offered me a healing hug. He told me he wanted to hug me for a minute that would feel like a million years. And it did. It was one million years of love in one loving embrace. 

How lucky I am to have this old soul share his life with me.