I have to go back to work at CSU today. I admit, I’m feeling a bit gloomy about that. There’s so much I’d rather be doing — working on my book(s), putting together my ecourse(s), reading, practicing yoga, putting together a workshop, working in my garden, writing some pieces to submit, shopping for a birthday present for my niece, cleaning out my garage, painting my house, cooking, putting away the laundry, meditating, going on a long walk, taking a nap. There’s work and a full life to be had that doesn’t include CSU. And yet, off to work I go, trying not too be too gloomy about it.

You might not know this about me but I can be very superstitious. One thing I’m superstitious about is speaking my fears out loud. I feel like naming them in that way calls them to me, makes the bad thing more likely to manifest, gives it energy and power it didn’t have before. This is true of something as minor as being worried about being late to the biggest bad thing. I don’t want to wake it up, invite it, so I don’t speak of it. So, let me tell you what I am afraid of: that if I tell you what I’m afraid of, it will happen.