Destroy the ball

My dear Cormac enjoys nothing more than skinning a tennis ball with his teeth, then walking around with and chewing the naked remains. For the longest time I didn’t get Cormac tennis balls for this very reason; such a mess and a waste! I realize now, that the joy he’s getting from tearing that ball apart is equal to if not greater than the pleasure of playing fetch with a pristine tennis ball.

Similarly, I spent all day running errands and napping, and part of me thinks: such a mess and a waste! I didn’t do homework today and I could have, which is like a masters cardinal sin. Free time, and you spent it relaxing, Jady ? Shame on you! I realize now, spending the day coping with my incredible stress actually is worthwhile. I got greater pleasure and self care from those naps today than I could have gotten doing my homework a day early.

Of course, this is a fine and dandy revelation, but it doesn’t make the screaming meanies in my head go away. Which is why it’s time for meditation and sleep. Goodnight, loyal reader.