Yoga.
Writing.
Loads of writing, just my morning pages, but the last week was super busy with early starts every day at work–I worked seven hours of overtime last week at my nanny job, so I didn’t get to my morning writing every day (skipped one day completely) or I got just a half page or maybe a page in.
Today I wrote four pages.
It felt so good.
Nice breakfast.
Leisurely latte.
Laundry.
Little bit of grocery shopping.
Group supervision.
Group today was really small, so I got to do a super long check in and do work around three clients, I don’t typically get that much time, my group is usually six of us and sometimes I get maybe fifteen minutes, twenty max, today, loads of time.
It was really good and it was also a sweet group to be in today.
Lots of support around my clients.
And.
Oh.
So nice.
I had a number of clients cancel this week and next.
Normally I wouldn’t be too happy about so many clients cancelling, but since my solo supervisor is on vacation for the next two weeks I was looking at having to get extra coverage.
As it turns out with all my cancellations next week I won’t have to at all.
Thank God.
It’s not a huge deal, but I get a lot more from my solo supervisor than the woman I go to if he’s not available.
Not to say she doesn’t have value, it’s just different and the rapport is not as strong and well, I get more from working with my supervisor.
And frankly, it’s nice to have some time off next week from clients.
I will only have two sessions next week.
One client Tuesday evening and one client on Thursday.
That’s going to be a short week for me.
And then a four-day weekend.
I will enjoy that quite a bit.
After supervision today I went into the fray.
Yes.
I went downtown on the Saturday before Christmas.
It was lit.
But.
I knew where I was going and I had a plan.
I even found parking that wasn’t metered.
I usually try to duck into the lot behind the Mint, it’s infrequently open, but once in a while you can score.
I wasn’t able to, but I went around the block and on a hunch I turned down Jessie Street and there it was, a spot, no meter, and only a block and a half from the Sprint store.
Yup.
I went and got a new SIM card for my new Iphone 8 and it’s working great.
It took a few minutes, but that’s all I had to do was stand around and wait, the tech guy in the shop did it and I didn’t have to pay for anything, which was really nice.
Then.
Heh.
I went even further into the crazy.
But it felt a little exhilarating because I had a single destination point and a gift card to Sephora burning a hole in my pocket.
I left the Sprint Store on Mission, slid through the back door of Bloomingdale’s and strode right through the makeup and perfume counters, zipped through the Westfield Mall and zig zagged through the masses of people on Market Street.
The line for the cable car was crazy.
I went into Sephora and I did a swoop.
I pretty much knew what I wanted and went to the exact make up aisles I wanted to grab products from.
I’m a total lip gloss junkie.
I picked up one of the Sephora brand lip glosses that I use on the regular and three different shades of Anastasia of Beverly Hills–one bubble gum pink with high glitter, called Girly, I know, I know, I was totally channeling my thirteen year old adolescent self (even though I never wore makeup when I was a teenager, making up hard for lost time) and then a pretty Vintage Rose gloss and a subtle glitter called St. Tropez.
Yeah.
I know “subtle” glitter.
But it sort of is.
Heh.
I had enough left over on my gift card that I splurged on a box of pretty highlight illuminating powders.
Super pretty.
I love makeup.
I love dressing up.
I love that I looked super chic and urban in my all black leotard and boho black skirt and leggings, my hair up in a high messy French bun, and my rose velvet pink Tretorns.
I had a total moment of “I have arrived.”
Which is funny.
But.
There it is.
I had that moment.
I felt happy and light and airy walking out of the crowded store.
I did not have any issue with the crowds, I got back to my car, had plenty of time to sneak in a quick pop over to Whole Foods and pick up a couple staples and fill up my gas tank before heading over to the NOPA to get right with God.
That was great.
I made dinner plans with a friend for next Saturday, I got connected, I participated and it felt lovely.
Home and a hot bowl of chicken soup with brown rice, veggies, and Andouille sausage and folding all the laundry I did earlier.
A super sweet, chill, lovely little day.
Tomorrow should be much the same, relaxed, restful, happy.
I’m going to go to yoga again in the morning, have the same leisurely sort of morning I had today, meet with ladybug and roast a chicken.
I’m thinking I’ll go to the Inner Sunset and treat myself to a mani/pedi and some eyebrow waxing, a hot cafe au lait and maybe a book from Green Apple Books, pop into the spot on 7th and Irving and get right with God and call it a day.
I’m not worried about it being Christmas Eve, it’s just a lovely Sunday that I get to relax.
And Christmas.
Well, that will be chill too.
I’m going to go over to the East Bay in the afternoon and see a girlfriend and go to a movie matinée and get Chinese food.
Super simple.
And that’s it.
No pressure.
No expectations.
I’ve been given so much this holiday season.
I have nothing to ask for.
It’s been intense.
But it’s been a really lovely Christmas.
Anything else is just more sprinkles.
(or glitter)
On top of the frosting.
Of some very lovely cake.
Auntiebubba 