It's a bird, it's a plane . . .

Today I put myself on an internet diet. No wwws unrelated to my current project till 4 pm. I waste so much time checking e-mail, perusing Facebook, and ogling my Google Reader. I use the web as a distraction from writers' block or to stall when I don't feel like getting into a particularly dirty task (like doing my taxes or cleaning the house.) Maybe it's the quiet mind at work, but I got so much done. It was AWESOME.

Lately I feel like superwoman. Not so much the flying (it's only Day 11, y'all) as the checking things off my to-do list. Heinous adult things like calling the insurance company to reconcile a bill. Usually these necessaries sit on my list for weeks, often getting transferred to a new, updated list. But since we've been KFBing, I'm striking things off like gangbusters. I feel inspired . . . and proud of my accomplishments. Maybe it's the new beginning the project represents, or the daily sitting, or the boost of energy from the morning workout, or the getting enough sleep. Maybe it's all of the above.

I did do my meditation this evening instead of in the morning. My mind is more insistent at night. It was hard not to look at the clock.

In other news, it's summer in New York . . . or at least on Sixth Avenue . . .