The Workshop: The continuing education workshop this weekend on orthopedic conditions of the knee, foot, and ankle, is almost certainly going to prove *very* useful. While an unhappy number of the conditions can't be directly treated by massage, quite a few of them can, and even the ones which don't allow direct treatment, if you throw off someone's leg, they're *going* to end up having other muscular problems. While knees *may* be overrated, quoting a friend, legs are actually not very optional. Trying to do without part of one has results all over.
The House: kneesroverrated
came over and hung out on Thursday, and somehow, having them chatting in my living room gave me the energy to excavate the area around my desk, create some desk space, reclaim one of the couches from the forces of Boxxe, and begin setting up my internet access. This, in effect, allowed me to reclaim my living room again. Willing to hang out in my home while I clean? It seems to work, and I'm not done. Feel free to come on over. (:
The Job(s): the coffehouse job is continuing to be stable, which is good. This last month was a spectacularly good month for the massage therapy, financially speaking. However, when all was said and done, my earned income was about 2/3 of my budgeted monthly expenses. I have not yet decided what I am going to do about this. The traditional job versus job I love debate is once again raging in my mind. As evidenced by my journal over the past several months, the sides are pretty evenly matched. Sigh.
Life: I got to hang out with old friends who've been having a year about as bad as mine. I'll be seeing Michael and Shalla this coming weekend. I still need to catch up with Vryce and Raymi. Life is moving forward on the dating and relationship fronts. (Timing, grahr.) (And nothing official and formal at the moment, could still end up not happening.) There's massive things moving on the inner world front that I'm not getting a good look at, because I haven't claimed time to talk to anyone about *my* stuff. Much as I hate it, I'm enough of an extrovert that if I haven't wrapped words around inner world things, I frequently have a very limited understanding of their nature. And if I don't do it during the change process, I'll often never entirely understand what changed until I reverse engineer from behavior changes down the road.
Time does not hold still. It still feels like I don't have the energy to keep pace, no matter what my test numbers say. Windows of opportunity are morphing and closing with every passing day. Now I begin to understand why some many people report significant regret in their lives. If I'd lived my entire life like this, I'd have a lot of regrets for lost opportunities, too.