i can't get no...
The Yankees are kicking ass so far tonight. My beloved Jorge is kicking ass tonight. I've got the extra rich light mint chip ice cream in the freezer. Why am I not satisfied?
I had a serious talk with Padma the other day that I think gave me hope that I shouldn't have walked away with. Ah, the ambush of hope Perhaps reviewing some of those Shambhala Training texts would be helpful in letting some of that go.
I haven't found the space to meditate today. Or yesterday. And maybe not the day before, but I don't remember. I suppose I could turn the Yankees off, walk the dog, and find that space. Alternatively, I could turn the Yankees off, walk the dog, turn the Yankees back on, and eat some ice cream. Maybe there will be some space after that. I think I need the Yankees tonight. I'm sure that if Jorge Posada knew how much I loved him, he'd love me too.