Well, I think I am learning a lot from my cat.  I'm home today, recovering and trying to reduce a lot of my life stress after a slight (read: major) trigger of my PTSD yesterday.  I figure if I take some time today to get a few resumes out and get some rest, I'll be in a lot better shape for the next few weeks.  After all, there's a move coming up, not to mention the thesis, the job search, and the ever present unexpected plodding of scoring the MCAS - which may end in 20 days, and may not.



Unlike Lennie, who as reported by some overcame his hardships by getting shot in the head by George, I am learning from my cat.  Look at the photo.  There she is, all potato like.  Just basking, feeling the wind from the window wash over her.



I did that yesterday.  I couldn't sleep, so I kicked everything off of my bed and opened the windows and just layed there, spread out, not touching anything, looking at the sky and hoping for rain while the wind washed over me.



The cat had a good idea.  I went to a Unitarian service a few weeks ago - they talked about learning from animals - that if we learned from the way animals approach life and the universe, that if we take time to realize that the universe is in them and that they are the universe, that maybe we can see that we ourselves are the universe, and feel that grounding.



I like that idea.  Right now, I feel a little off, fragmented maybe like the Pleadies... but after all, they are seven sisters, together even when apart... maybe that's a little like me.  Maybe I'm more of a constellation, not adrift but anchored to the others...



Again, like a Rubiks cube... all messed up but anchored to the center.  Must be solved one little piece at at time.



Huh.  There you go.  Life lessons for the day.  Don't forget to take some time and learn from the cat potato.