Yesterday was a good day to be me.
Woke up, had a lovely cup of coffee, got snuggled on by my part-basset, Teddy, and talked to and listened to my kiddos tell me all of their dreams and adventures and plans for the day.
Kissed them, sent them on their way, and got myself over to a Junior High where I have been hired to coach their solos, their ensembles, and accompany the soloists on piano for their S&E contest next month. In between classes, I was working on beginning to organize the band director's solo/ensemble music files. Eugh. What a job. Somewhere between a treasure trove and a messy glove compartment.
After five hours of that, drove over to the car dealership where I needed to have them do some work (ON WARRANTY, so no $$). I got to hang out in their leather chairs, relaxing, watching some stupid Dr. Phil thing until I realized that I was getting all worked up at his stupidity, so practiced my calming transparent breathing ("I'm made of clear water, and it all goes through me."). It worked!
Got home and heard all about my kids' days at school and their Halloween plans for costumes, decorating, Trick-or-Treating. We hung out a bit and watched a little TV, then I went to prepare to give a massage. I ended up arriving early, so I sat in a park and admired the lowering sun through the red and gold leaves. Sigh. Then grabbed some GOURMET amazing food for my friend and myself, headed over to her place for a massage session.
I deeply enjoyed giving the massage, learned a lot, and tried to remember all my techniques (and failed). Then we sat and talked of beautiful things and thoughts and some of our greatest joys.
I got home to find that the kids had cleaned the living room, and they were all in their jammies and ready for bed and snuggling. We sat down and talked a bit and loved on each other, and were joined by the dogs who sensed a snuggling going on. We all then retired to bedrooms for reading and sleeping.
This was a great, fantastic, satisfying, tiring, lovely, thorough, full day.