See? I even have a cape!
I showed this delightful discovery to my poor, bedraggled husband and he laughed. At least I think he laughed. Or did he laugh to cover up his horror? Or did he laugh to cover up his horror at discovering his wife is crazy? And why am I typing faster and faster as I think this over.
I am doing it again.
Anyhow, I have been doing rather well with containing my superpower. Since winter I have been writing, meditating, breathing, seeking medical help, running, and working on my diet. All good things. But the last month has been chaotic. Life as a school counselor (teacher/administrator/school person period) can be that way the last quarter of the school year. So I stupidly let myself go. I fell off the running wagon. I have allowed a little bit of regular pop to trickle back into my diet. I haven't done yoga in a few weeks. I haven't stayed up on my to-do list like I should. And to make matters worse, I beat myself up for it. Like seriously. Like in the "you are such a loser" way.
Palm to face.
So, this week it is sunny every day. I am hitting the trail again with the running shoes. I am eating better lunches again. And I will do yoga at least once. I started the meditative breathing again. And those to-do lists that make me feel like I am on top of things? So doing those. I can get the run away horses back in the stable.
But I still want to wear my cape. Because that is badass. Bad. Ass.