Of Self Analysis and Pick Me Ups

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Almost completed self analysis. Who needs counselling when one has the inner voices of moi.
Realised that my pick me ups are my music, my needing to feel useful, a good book, thanks Latha, my not binge eating, my going to the temple, and my praying. Note that the latter two are not necessarily mutually inclusive.
So yesterday, rose early, completed the standard motherly, wifely chores, off to work only to find that my first client had cancelled as she was unwell. Texted her to let her know that i would reschedule when she felt better.
Spent the free hour or so completing ACC assessment reports, and attempting to do some professional development with a screenreader that spoke so much I ended with a headache.
Got myself a steaming cup of ginger, turmeric and mint tea. Debated whether to break open a decadent bar of dark chocolate but decided against it, as i needed to share that with my colleague.
Spent the rest of the day with clients, meetings, completing time sheets and notes.
Home.
Second one had hung, folded, put away clothes, and had gracefully agreed to collect my groceries but had only put away the milk and yoghurt. Hold on, not because she was vying for Daughter of the Month award. I’d agreed to let her ‘trim’ her hair and we know what trim means, don’t we? Trim, as opposed to chop. I’d also subsidised the haircut and treatment in full. So got her to clear all bins in all rooms as next day was Rubbish Day. Anyway, must say she looks good with a shoulder length healthy head of hair.
The older one was not back yet, she’d gone to a friend’s home after work, to discuss an upcoming programme in which she was to be the MC.
Had a cup of tea, went off to meet some friends, got home,
Watered my plants, watered my neighbour’s plants as they were away.
Took the balance brown rice, soy protein, orange capsicum,green chillies, spinach leaves and some semblance of veges from the fridge, made a quick hotch potch of a fried rice, and a simple tomato and lebanese cucumber salad.
Quick shower, draped this gorgeous kasavu cotton.
Creamy white, gold borders with huge gold buttis of annapakshis, an edge of green on borders and stripes on pallu. Matched with, (if my mum were to see this she’d exclaim, in not exactly an approving manner,) grandma’s blouse, no, not my grandma’s blouse, but the kind my grandma may wear- a cotton cream with flowers embroidered in gold.
Chose creamy white to wear to the temple for the temple festival Thiruvizha. My friend’s advice was that white was the dress code for the day.
Rejuvenating atmosphere at the temple with the sounds of Nadhaswarams, thavils, temple bells, chants.
Oh and by the way, every lady was in pink.
Saw my friend in a beautiful white and red kanchi cotton. She apologised sheepishly, she’d got it wrong.
Didn’t matter by then.
Felt so good, blessed, refreshed just being there, absorbing the beautiful vibes.
Text received from the girls. Replied with a list of chores to be completed the next day. Stopped at Mr MCD to collect an Oreo Mc Flurry and Apple Pie as per text.
Home again, got the girls to click a shot or two. Accomplished quickly, willingly and well with Mc Flurry and Apple Pie in hand.