I have just received my copy of How to be Free by Tom Hodgkinson, the man who also wrote How to be Idle. The idea being that you can spend your time doing things you actually want to do rather than toiling away at the 9 to 5 of work. Thus forming in my mind a great plan where I only work three days a week and do yoga or assist yoga classes the rest of the time, with time off for the drinking of wine and lying around on the floor.
It is good to have dreams.
As a small start of my plan to be able to afford to work part time I think I am going to get rid of my mobile phone. It will save me £50 a month and won't go off in relaxation noisily when I have fogotten to turn it off (rare, but it has happened on particularly stressful days).
Maybe I am turning into a hippie. I blame my parents.
In other news had a good practice yesterday, although my headstands are still rubbish. Well balancing is OK, but getting up with straight legs is challenging on a wood floor. When I do them at home I am fine so it must be the carpet and mat combo cushioning my head that makes it easier.
I am going to do some more observation next week too, hopefully some more assisting too, we will see how it goes. Am also excited because the centre has just introduced an intro to second series which I am going to at the weekend.
Tonight I shall practice and then fashion myself an idler's corner near the window where I can read. The husband thinks I have gone mad as I have decided I want to get rid of the TV. He doesn't agree so it will stay. But once I have my idlers corner all will be well as it will be TV free.
There is a temp sitting across from me at work today. She has spent all day practically pummelling her keyboard, hitting her desk and talking to herself. This was after announcing to the whole room that she had just landed a plum job with her own office (insinuating obviously that really all this temping malarkey was way beneath her and that we are all plebs). If I ever temp anywhere I will remember her performance and try to be a bit less mad. Maybe temping drives you insane?
On the up-side I bought a bag of dried cranberries at lunchtime, mmmmm cranberries.