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Hmmmm. The whole “people often stop blogging when they get a ways into intermediate series” — where did I read that? I can’t remember, but imagine it must have been either on ezBoard or on someone’s blog…

rew left me a funny comment yesterday, and suggested crazy dreams might be related to backbends:

you had a cameo in my dreams last night. well, technically, it was you, the cop, and your parents (?!). and you all had this crazy fetish for flash frozen shrimp…the gurlfriend and i were NOT to stand in your way of the shrimp display at the make-believe restaurant we were all eating at.

Clairvoyant, rew! I’ve been really into shrimp lately. Perhaps wanting more protein because of all the backbends? I know I’ve read about second series disturbing people’s sleep. That’s not happening to me, though: I’ve been sleeping like a log. And waking up sore. This morning it was shoulders, lats, and triceps like crazy. Plus, I’ve been more emotional than usual. Not that it really shows that much. I’m pretty reserved. My boss picks up on it, though. I get a little more wound up and perhaps make more pointed comments.

I had something I wanted to talk to her about and asked if we could talk after a meeting we both attended. I don’t ask for this very often, as I generally go about my own business. After we talked about the issue I had on my mind, she said, “You scared me! I thought you were going to tell me you were leaving to go open a yoga studio!” I laughed and told her no, but that I’d appreciate it if she’d keep that little vision going.

So yeah, work has been crazy. Lots of practice for me: letting things go, putting things down, being judicious, being patient. I don’t get particularly contentious, but I do get kind of grrr about all of the corporate stuff.

I did realize, though, that I might be a little overdosed on a maybe-too-broad variety of reading: research/futurist predictions about global economies, technology, labor markets (for work); intro to advaita; how to care for curly hair (yes, a whole freaking book!); a research study on the positive and negative effects of perfectionism on sports performance (also for work). Gah! My head is full, and all I really want to do is backbend. How has this happened?

The work stuff was all pretty well resolved by close of business today. As I was walking past her office, my boss said, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” I said.

“I need you here,” she said. “No yoga studio. Not yet. Maybe in 20 years.”