Tonight

Tired
Frustrated
Lonely
Hurting


My boss is driving me nuts.
My job is driving me nuts.
Latest word about the near-mythic "new position" is now January/February.
I may just start looking at an entirely different company.
I've had about as much of this place as I can stand.

I don't want to go out again this evening, but wolfling's teacher is having a parent meeting about the week-long camp trip. Camp isn't until Spring. Do we really have to discuss it tonight?

As I was leaving work I thought about stopping at the liquor store to buy vodka, so I could have a drink at home before the meeting. No dice. You're a priestess. You have better ways to handle stress, said the growly-loving voice in my head.

Damn him for being right.

I'm in no mood to meditate!
It sounds like a whine even in the silence of my mind.

Time to get hold of myself, take some deep breaths, change into something more comfortable, and find my center.

Name Change

For the first time since I started this journal, I'm changing the name.

The title has been "From the Sublime to the Ridiculous" and the subtitle "Because I Can't Be Serious All The Time."

Now it's "Days of Fierce Becoming: The Queen of Swords Picks Up Her Cup."