1/3 Yesterday I met one of my Porcupine friends, Ute, and her son for Lunch and I ordered a delicious wasabi rice bowl with some seared tuna on top. I ate about 3 bites beyond being done and stopped, leaving the rest. Those last 3 bites contained a couple perfect morsels of tuna and some wasabi sauce and even though I was done and my belly needed no more my wallet-cleanplateclub-goodboy habit loudly insisted. It was wanting me to finish the whole thing and I think I compromised a bit. The good news on this one is that I was conscious of this compromise and the bad news is that I know I was strong enough in my commitment and intention to not have to compromise. I just imagine, and remember even, the incredible feeling of exercising that decision to moderate at exactly the right time with zero compromise. It’s such a feeling of wonderful power of mySelf and a clean clear sense of my commitment and intention. And those 3 bites take that away, bummer and yet completely understandable, being the growing and perfect and flawed being that I am. I celebrated a pre-Birthday dinner with Karen in San Francisco at a brazillian place called Basa Nova. A loud and musical place with a smiling spirit of a waiter who suggested things to us to go along with the excellent mojito’s. We shared 2 small plates and an entree of seafood stew which was delicious and we didn’t finish. I am very pleased with how conscious I was able to remain in the midst of a storm of noise, music, crowded spaces and mojito’s.
2/3s The first thing is that I had planned a swim at the pool, the first one since getting back from my last 2 week trip. Due to circumstances that I made more important then that, a slippage habit (see last post), I cancelled on mySelf. I even got some good championing from Karen that I fought off with considerable use of logic and reason. That’s the bad news. The good news is that I did park at the far end of 3 different parking lots on the journey from Lunch with Ute to CTI and picking up Karen into San Francisco for dinner and the play Wicked. And for me watching a broadway show, whether in NYC or SF or most of the other older theatres around the world is a physical event when I cram my large body into those small chairs and get up and out every time someone wants to leave or come is like doing squats at the gym. It is interesting to me that the more I pay for a ticket to be entertained the more the workout I do in just sitting down to enjoy the entertainment. Hmmmm maybe there is a positive spin on this after all. Anyway the show was a lot of fun and makes me want to read the book.
So there I was able to yank myself back to yesterday, despite the call of the road trip and the spiritual dive I am prepping mySelf for.
I want to take a moment here to thank all the folks who have come by and visited, many of you have left amazing comments of support, inspiration, inquiry and deepening. I am extremely grateful and love you all:-)):-));-O