I’ve lost count of the number of articles I’ve read over the past few weeks about navigating our current collective project of re-opening the world.
At first, when writing the sentence above, I tried using a number of different adverbs to describe what this re-opening is like, but none of them fit. This process is different for everyone.
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One day last week, I promised myself that at the end of a very long workday, I would roll out my yoga mat and practice online with one of my favorite teachers from afar.
The class started at 6pm. At 6:12pm, I was still writing emails. Did I mention the thing about the workday? Yeah, a doozy.
I know that any practice is better than no practice, though, so I persisted in my goal to make it happen.
This month, I’m filling in for a colleague in my “day job”, and basically doing two full-time jobs with one body, one brain, and only 24 hours in a day. If you’re thinking that the math doesn’t add up, you’d be correct. Math has never been my forté, though.
Because the class was online and therefore there’s no such thing as “late,” I logged off of email and onto the mat, and spent the remaining 48 minutes (math!! Seeee, self-doubt is a liar…) of class in somewhat this fashion:
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This past weekend, I cleaned out a set of drawers that had gone way too long without seeing the light of day. They’re in a small piece of furniture that’s been relatively easy to move, while filled, from place to place for years now. It’s not like I never go through it. It’s just that there are parts of it that I take for granted as “that stuff” – packages of files, photos, and other remnants that I basically just leave be every time, and work around.
This time, I decided to unpack them.
