Tonight I was silently lamenting that I seem to be the only person in the world who doesn’t have a CALL ME MAYBE parody on YouTube, regretting that I wasn’t fully part of teen culture. [And also that the punchline of the video –– that has 174 million plays –– is that her crush is gay is sorta amazing, but in Carly Rae Jepsen’s words “it’s a regular thing,” too.)
Anyway, then I began lamenting that “I have nothing to watch” –– authentically feeling that was true –– eventually dimly understanding that I currently have 98 films in my Netflix queue, and only then realized that is EXACTLY how teenagers regard their universe and their options.
In some ways I was quite productive today –– early Bikram, invoicing a client, lengthy phone calls about insurance issues, teaching via my iphone a yoga private in Hong Kong, worrying that I might exceed the 0.1% spam complaint standards that Constant Contact has for my eblast –– but honestly the logistics of my expanding universe proved so complicated that a a MAJOR nap felt necessary.
There are just so many variables –– ranging from five anticipated client payments this month and fifty different case scenarios regarding their arrivals before, during, and after my Alaska trip next week, and this complicated domino effect of how everything affects my August in Alaska House of Cards –– that I more or less crawled into bed with Belle and collapsed until our scheduled drink with Jenny and Jennifer.
And by the way, I can’t tell if it’s all the hot yoga that’s thrown me completely off, or the fact that “Call Me Maybe” is stuck in my head, or that I’m heading out glacier watching in 7 days, or the fact that it’s August and currently 55 degrees in San Francisco –– but I’m freezing!
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