Life for me has been one really big Cha Cha lately.
When you're seriously (and I mean SERIOUSLY) sleep deprived, it does not feel like a good kind of Cha-Cha, fun and kinda sexy. No, it feels like you're flailing around, three steps back, half a step forward and then teetering on the edge of the floor as the gymnasium pool opens up below your feet. (And if you don't get that movie reference, shame on you!)
But, when you're doing okay, sleepwise, everything else seems to fall into place. And the music is upbeat and you can kind of laugh even as you realize you look a little silly.
This week, CrazyBossLady has been just that. I think it's reached heights of hilarity when I'm witness to such a hysterical temper tantrum (and, heck, I used to throw em, I know what they look like!) that her UK counterpoint hung up on her. Awkward much? I spent an hour on the phone with her today listening to her talk herself into and out of various modus operandi, uttering little more than, "yeah. uh huh. um, sure."
And not once did my knickers get in a knot, did my heart rate soar or did I even suffer the mildest symptoms of my good friend anxiety attack.
I honestly don't know why. Maybe it's because I have my John Friend retreat coming up and I have made it abundantly clear that, no matter what happens, I will NOT be working this weekend. Maybe it's because I'm reading wonderful meditations on the Buddha Tara. Maybe it's because I broke down and got meself a prescription for Ambien. (Heck, maybe I'm carbo loading in my sleep due to sleep eating...) Maybe it's because the moon isn't so unbelievably full this week. Dunno.
Whatever the reason, I'm glad that so far this week has been a relatively enjoyable Cha Cha. Of course, tomorrow is Wednesday. Happy Wednesday...