Poster presentation at SYTAR

I just found out that my Finding Om presentation at SYTAR will be via a poster, not an oral presentation. I don't really mind that it's a poster-- in fact, in some ways posters get more attention, since they are displayed in the main hall the entire time, whereas if it were oral then only the people who attend those breakout sessions would hear it.

But here's the thing:

I don't mind public speaking.

I hate art projects.

See the problem?

Killing time

I have a client who was shot in the head and since then has pretty serious memory problems. His probation officer wants me to work with him on concrete skills like planning and following through with things. In theory no problem but there is actually a big problem:

He forgets our appointments. Every time. So I can't really work with him on making it to appointments if he doesn't come to the ones with me. Which is why I am sitting at work and writing on this blog rather than making a to-do list with a felon.

Half an hour until the federal probation relapse prevention group, which is actually kind of fun. And while I pretend to be doing important paperwork (I'm not on Facebook, that would be too obvious) I am listening to them chatting in the waiting room. And rolling my aching neck around.

I have been doing mindfulness meditations with the DHS group on Monday nights. Everyone has seemed really into it and I was feeling really good about the whole thing. I just heard collateral information from one of the DHS caseworkers, however, that some of them think it's "weird." I am going to bring it up in group. Let them call me weird to my face. Maybe I'll get called a flake. I guess if I want to make a career doing yoga therapy I should get used to it.

Which reminds me, I got approved to do a half day yoga therapy/experiential workshop here at my internship. I am excited and need to start getting my head around the specifics.

Over extension

I wish this were a post about yoga and how incredibly flexy I am. Over-extended, get it? I am the flexiest person in my class but I have no pride about this and rejoice in the accomplishments of those around me.

I am able to take long, full breaths and be in the moment at all times-- especially when faced with irritation. I recognize things as other's limitations, not flaws in myself, and accept the others where they are and for what they can offer on their own terms, not mine. All with the full recognition by my husband of all that I am and all that I do. And great sex.

Cue sound of record needle scratching across the vinyl.

Fuuuuuck. I AM SO TIRED!!! 9 hour days at work. I get up at 5 to be able to work out or do laundry or do volunteer work for the temple and be done by 7 so I can focus attention on the kids and getting them ready for school, all while getting myself ready for work.

Ever since that stupid accident I have to go to the chiropractor at least twice a week to keep the soreness, stiffness and pain at bay. He doesn't open until 9, which kind of conflicts with a lot of other things. I'd switch, but I've been with him since my stay at home mom days when my time was much more flexible and I trust him.

I have to take my children to the dentist and help with their school projects. I have to plan their birthday parties, concept to goody bag to actual execution. I have to keep the house reasonably clean. And do laundry. and undload the dishwasher. and read with my kids for at least 15 minutes every day and do Hebrew school homework at least 15 minutes every day and lay on my spinal molding foam blocks at least 15 minutes every day and and and and and...............................

Sometimes yoga just ain't enough.