Facets
Quiet day on the yoga front. Bit knackered (love British-isms & am in fact legitimately entitled to Brit citizenship but that’s a story for another time) so went with just an hour of VEERRRRYYYY mellow home practice. Lots of lolling around on the mat, eyes closed, in supine supported stretchiness.
There’s a slightly complicated emotional storyline tied up with this restorative practice.
Being tired naturally kinda correlates with being relatively quiet & lower energy. No shocker, pretty normal. However, sometimes, I think friends & family find me easier to deal with when I’m tired. 
Sometimes I think I’m a better yoga teacher when I’m a bit tired because it slows me down. Other times, particularly social situations, I wonder if I’m just not very likable when tired/less gregarious. I don’t know which state or place along the spectrum I prefer… too far a swing either direction & even I find myself difficult to deal with.
The ups & downs of simply being human can feel like you’re being hijacked by fatigue or ebulliance or anger or joy or whatever emotional/mental state shows up. Sometimes this combines with an underlying insecurity that X person prefers one or the other manifestation of Self.
It’s a daily ongoing turning of the jewel, light shining through facets of personality — but we have a nap, or snack, or laugh, or time just passes & the mood changes. Om Mani Padme Hum. Whatever facet was dominant shifts but – The jewel is still in the lotus. I yam what I yam whether up, down, sideways, perky or tired.
And now, back to watching meaningless TV with Beloved Husband. The act of togetherness is meaningful even if the shows are not. 