Can't Touch This

"I FEEL GOOOOOOD. Na na na na na na. You know that I should, now...."

Is it because I am eating right?

Is it because I am exercising?

Is it because I have my ego in check?

Is it because I have a wonderful husband?

Because my boy isn't in trouble?

Is work going smoothly?

I don't know. It's all a mystery to me. I am eating right and exercising. My ego is in check. (The world is not about me.) I do have a wonderful husband, but that doesn't change the fact that I suffer dark times. My boy is in a holding pattern, nothing great going on, but nothing bad either. Work is wild. Don't even get me started.

The weird thing is that I DON'T CARE. I feel like nothing can touch me. It's a strange and wonderful feeling. I don't know where it came from, although I have my theories. Not going to push that one too far though. I just hope this attitude lasts. It feels like being under a four inch thick down comforter on a cold blizzardy December night.

You know what was the nicest thing about the hot stone massage I had a couple weeks ago? At some points during the massage I couldn't feel my body. It was delightful and liberating. Not something I usually think about, but you always know you are in your body - there is always a sensation coming from it - ache, pain, itch, cold, hot - whatever. Like, ALWAYS. At some points, the masseuse would turn away or something, and I had relaxed so totally that I couldn't feel anything physically for a few minutes. It was pretty cool.

And in the style of our X sister,
Peace out, rye berries