Anaconda

You know that scene in the movies?  It's the one where the redshirts are trucking through the swamp, and there's movement under the water, so of course they turn around and stare, and now the water is still, because they're looking at it.  This may or may not repeat itself once, or even more times, but still our clueless redshirts are wandering through the swamp, somehow able to convince themselves that they're not about to be eaten by a giant snake.

And then, of course, the orchestral score starts going "Eee!  Eee!  Eee!  Eee! (doomdumdoomdumdoomdumdoomdum)" as a giant freakin' snake jumps out of the water and, naturally enough, eats them.  Whole.  Because that's what snakes do.

That's my life right now.

Right now, we're just hearing the movements from the water, because, well, I'm just starting the yoga thing, and I'm just starting this blog, and they're still being overtime nazis at work, so my hours are down, and I'm signed up to start volunteering at a hospital nearby (so excited about this eeee!), but that doesn't start until August, and of course it's summer, so school is out (I'm going to the local university for Dietetics/pre-med).  But.  Also in August, I have a leadership conference for my religion, I have to start at least looking at the texts for Organic Chemistry and Food Science, and I'm betting by then the overtime nazi thing will have gone away at work because we'll be hemorrhaging waitstaff as they all go back to their respective universities...

...all of which means I'm about to be eaten by a giant freakin' snake.  Either that, or I am the snake, and I sort of like that interpretation better.

I already know how hard I'm going to have to work to make that interpretation happen, though.  When the world is ready to turn into an anaconda on me, experience tells me that I can be the anaconda, but that there are a lot of steps I have to do to make that metamorphosis.  The biggest one is the cleaning... more on that in my next post.  But also, the yoga is actually an anaconda thing:  if I don't exercise, I'm not going to have the energy.  And there's a financial aspect, too; more control over my work hours helps a lot with the going to school thing, but that means I need to be financially stable enough to trade out my shifts.

Still, I know I can do it.

I just have to work my tail off.