Ooooh. I hate being treated like a "do my bidding, peon" worker. So, today when a lawyer in our office tracked me down and said, "Boy, am I going to keep you busy today!" I responded, "Really? Because I'm already busy!" (You know, as I'm buried with files all around me to enter and three people already waiting for files they can't find and somehow think I will magically come up with, which is kind of true since I ... I don't know ... LOOK IN THE FILE ROOM!?)

Anyway, she got my intention of communicating, "What do you think I'm doing today, waiting for you to come over and help me be busy?" Then I wondered if it was okay to communicate that. Yup. Because she was communicating to me that what she had was CLEARLY more important than anyone else's little jobs, even though she didn't know what they were.

I sure appreciate it when people are respectful about my time and energy. I respond very well and am willing to work hard to help them out. But, I get just like a mule who won't move no matter how much you yell at it if you act superior. PS You're not, so get over it.

Also, I had a great massage last night with some time afterwards talking about energy and possible reasons my body is responding the way it is, why I'm punishing it with runaway eating habits, how I can let go, breathe into the emotions and treat my body well. So, I'll do a little office yoga stretch, breathe, center on who I am not what I do, and go off to make copies of the lists and lists of files she just gave me while enjoying the continued unwinding of my muscles . . .