I'm kind of tired of people calling me "ma'am." I just don't believe I am a "ma'am." But if I examine the evidence....shit. No matter how long into my thirties I insist on shopping at Urban Outfitters, I am still a "ma'am," really. Just a slightly hip ma'am.
A few weeks ago, Jen and I were having a drink and they were playing Band of Horses at the bar. I recognized some of the songs (ok, mostly I recognized the one used in a commercial), and I bought the album from ITunes the next day. I love it so much. It is what I want to listen to these days. I don't even care that they gave some car company commercial rights to their song. It is just beautiful.
Reality hit me today that I have a deadline. The article I started in Santa Fe is due soon. They gave me this gorgeous, perfect writing experience for very minimal cost to me, and in return, I owe them a polished, finished product. As of a few hours ago, the article was anything but. I have been working at it diligently over the last couple of hours, though, and I think it will be OK. But what have I been doing since late June? All I can say is, it's so typical of someone whose root chakra is blocked... That, plus long-term effects of gluten poisoning, are my new excuses for everything wrong with me. Why haven't I followed through with the part-time writing thing I pursued this summer? Root chakra. Why didn't my students score better on their end-of-year writing assessments last year? I was in a gluten (pictured above) haze and couldn't properly coach them. Why can I never get anything mailed in a timely way? Obviously root chakra!
I am being facetious, but only kind of. I got confirmation of the whole gluten thing this week, and it is staggering to realize that I have been unknowingly harming my body for who knows how many years. I have always tried to be a healthy eater, but all along I was malnourished. It explains a lot of vague health problems I have had. Ugh.
Time for a fresh start.
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