I was practicing joy today, I mean I figured, I did happy yesterday, logical conclusion, try joy today.
You may have guessed it, tomorrow will be free, but who knows, I may change my mind when I ride my bicycle into work.
Today I felt joyful riding into work, the sun was bright, but not too hot, I was in my bib overalls, I got a grand and cheerful hello and good morning from a guy doing municipal work on a bus stop and it felt right.
Joy to be alive and healthy and riding my bicycle to work.
I kept it that way most of the day, grateful for work, my health, my place in the world, it’s a small place, but fulfilling, joy to have the four-year old stroke my hand at dinner and then kiss it sweetly.
Are you wooing me little man?
We both wore bib overalls today.
There is construction happening at the house and we both had on our “working man” uniforms.
He got home from school saw me wearing my overalls and immediately dashed upstairs to get his.
Add one white plastic hard hat and he was a go.
We went in search of construction sites in the neighborhood–considering where my job is located, there were no dearth of sites to watch–plenty of condos going up on every corner.
The continuation of housing gentrification does amuse me.
I still rue not taking the studio that I was offered at Valencia and 21st seven years ago.
The rent was $850!
I could have been at Valencia and 21st!
But I am where I am and that’s ok.
The bike ride is good exercise, even when I am tired I am grateful for the exercise.
And I felt no little joy when talking to the mom this afternoon at lunch time while the littlest guy was down for his nap.
“Have you been accepted into a graduate program already,” she asked out of the blue.
“No, the application for the school I am interested in has not been opened yet. I have been to the open house, but admissions for fall doesn’t open until November 15,” I replied.
We talked about the program.
We talked about my undergraduate degree.
She expressed some amazement at the fact that I worked close to full time hours when I was doing my undergrad.
Sometimes I too am amazed, I worked 30-35 hours a week, went to school full-time and also trained at the dojo I studied martial arts at four to five days a week.
There were some months when it was more like once or twice a week, but ultimately I was training a lot and found the practice super helpful, in hindsight, it held my drinking in check, even though I was running a brewing company and nightclub.
The packed schedule helped me keep up the illusion that I had some control over my life, even while it was spinning merrily out of my control.
I told the mom that I planned on working while pursuing my masters degree and that yes, I had looked into other programs, but none of them were quite the fit that CIIS is (California Institute of Integral Studies). The fact that I could get a master’s degree in three years and work full-time is appealing.
Although I have heard from more than one person that I will want to only work part-time.
The mom made it clear that they would have room for me no matter what.
That is awesome to hear.
In fact, a bit of a relief, to know that I can go and apply to this program and have a source of income for the time that I will be studying.
“We have the kind of household where we are always going to need help,” she said succinctly.
I really like the family and I absolutely adore the boys.
They wear me down, they do, but they are also sweet, and snuggly and beautiful and smart and funny and damn good company.
Whether I am reading a story with the family dog and the littlest guy on the couch or having pirate battles on the high seas with the four-year old, I feel that I have been fully integrated into the mix.
Add to that job security while going after my masters degree and I am quite the content lady.
I do have to continue forward with work around my application.
The admissions for fall will open in three and a half weeks.
Not that I need to send it in the day it opens, but I would like to have it done sooner rather than later, I don’t see the point in putting off doing the work to apply.
Granted I am going to need a little time to write the personal essay and do to an academic paper for the writing sample the school requires. I will also need a letter of recommendation from an academic source and my transcripts.
Perhaps that is what I can do this weekend–order my transcripts.
The essay of why I want to go back to school won’t be hard, hell, I have had some practice writing about that since I was at Burning Man this summer.
What did you do over summer vacation?
I had an epiphany at Burning Man and decided to go to graduate school in an area I have never thought to explore before–therapy.
And I wasn’t even on drugs when I had my come to Jesus moment!
I will most likely address my sobriety and recovery in a different manner than I do here, there’s a kind of, ahem, anonymity, that I practice here that I can let drop when I am writing my admissions essays.
They won’t be made public.
I keep certain things to myself in matters regarding the press, radio, tv, and film.
Not that I am on tv or film or radio.
But this blog is public and I prefer to keep certain things a little, well, private, although you could probably read between the lines if you spoke the language of the heart.
Enough with being oblique.
Back to being exhausted.
Which is not so bad now that I have had a moment to sit and rest and sip some tea and write some words.
Funny how I always feel invigorated after I write a blog.
This too is my joy.
Bliss, gaiety, happiness, satisfaction.
All of the above.
Even when I am tired.
I have loads of joy in my life.
Being aware of it and present might be the best thing about it all.