There is something to be said for an oft-trod path, a patch of familiar territory, ones own bed, ones own well worn desk chair and keyboard. I am back in my world, and it feels good.
The world of corporate powerpoint went well, with no problems. I get to send an invoice and be done with it. I continue to be struck by the dearth of women and persons of color in the audience and doing presentations for this particular company. It reminds me how much of my soul and self I would have to scrape away or plaster over in order to return to a job in corporate america.
It is also Friday and its been nearly a week since I unrolled a mat for yoga or jazzercise. And I miss it a lot; exercise and being in my body has become so important to me.