I wish I could say that I bumped my head on the glass ceiling . . . but last Friday I actually walked into a really clean glass wall while I was working, not paying attention to what I was doing. I can't tell you how stupid I felt. I can tell you how much my head hurts, mini-possible -concussion all weekend. If Deepak Chopra weren't so enlightening, I would not have made it through his three hour presentation on Saturday. I felt completely at ease, like I had heard him speak before, even though I never have. Hubbie got a lot from it, excited and ready to put all his good intentions into his work . . . I, conversely, am thinking about my shadows. It dawned on me that perhaps I am literally banging my head against the wall, wasting my time. Eye opener! I was forced to self-medicate with wine on Saturday evening.
Maybe I take everything too literally, but I had to replace three light bulbs in my kitchen that blew all at the same time! Let there be light! Come out of the darkness!
Still managed to complete my "Sex and the City workout" on Sunday. More on that another time .
