(baby you can) drive my car

title reflects new theme song assigned to my 'sitcom life' by a friend i had lunch w/ today... lest it be misconstrued, the indication is that i am giving over the driving...

other takeaway message: pema chodron's reminder to respect the dons - dons being the obstacles or (perceived) negative experiences that pop up with much to show one. made me laugh - want to experience dons - get a job in any city hall! ;)

dinner with another friend (why do all western social functions center around food? i cant eat another bite!) his advice regarding a situation: it exists for a reason. figure out why. gee, thanks!

thought for the night: im tired of waving goodbye and ready to start saying hello!

last night's dinner party at a friend's turned into an international dance party and i got home after 3am. (a. how was the majority of the party going to be at work in 4 hours from when i left? b. how much am i missing out on by function of having a normal day job when i would normally be absent from such tuesday night fun? sheesh.) i met a guy from Tunisia (sounds kinda like Indonesia) does anyone know where this is? my embarrassment at not knowing was brushed aside with a declaration that all westerns have horrible geography skills... b/c that made me feel *better*...

the level of childlike conversational comparison is amusing to me... overheard: so it's in the corner of africa, but you dont look african. is it african? its next to sicily, but you dont look italian. are you hindu? muslim? please check a box, right? ugh. he was muslim, spoke arabic. and no, the women don't wear burkas - that one was mine.

i decided that if i have such energy for dancing, i should have it for mediating, so i plan to park it on that cushion tonite and see what comes up.

i was complaining to someone today that my thoughts arent innovative... that i recycle ideas, yes, perhaps gradually make them better each time, but that none of it feels really new or creative to me. ironic enough, one of the first things you're taught as a yoga teacher is that none of it is yours, that you own none of it, that its all been said a million times before you, and you best press that forehead to the ground in gratitude for the teachings and give the translation your best shot while understanding you will add your own personal bent to whatever you teach. and yet it was a relief to me to have my teacher say: "when you see something you like, imitate it." yet im not totally satisfied with this; still turning it over.

where'd all this ego come from?
c.