The Lost Year
How did I used to do this? Wake up. Brush teeth. Meditate. Make coffee. Shower. Get ready. Go to work. Work. Have meetings. Eat lunch with co-workers. Work. End the day at 6pm. Arrive home at 7pm. Idle for an hour or two. Work my part-time job. Sleep. Repeat.
Sometimes I would find the time to write (when?!). On Tuesdays, I had a presentation to cram every morning at around 7am before the meeting at 9. I kept my house tidy and did my laundry and various chores diligently. The weekend had variations too, of course. But for most of the week, that was it. On some days, I barely got any sleep in. I had band practice. I met up with friends. I visited friends and their kids. I watched movies. TV Shows. Towards the end of the year, I even went out on dates. I also found the time to read at least 5 books.
How. Did. I. Do. All. Of. That…?
How are we all doing this?
The body is amazing. Truly. It is capable of so much more than we give it credit for. Always. We never give it enough credit. Gratitude. Or nutrition. Notice how I mentioned nothing about working out or exercising. That’s where I have felt I have neglected my body the most. I danced, sometimes. But, if my body wasn’t doing the everyday things, it was for the most part, exhausted. Depleted, even.
A couple of years ago, I woke up on a plane and woke up with a numb/lifeless left-hand. My dominant hand. I had lost all mobility of it. It was one of the freakiest and scariest things I had ever experienced. Once rehabilitated, I had made a silent vow to commit to being more active and present in my body. I didn’t get to stick to that vow last year. Something had to be sacrificed in The Lost Year.
I look forward to slowing down. To more movement. To unhurried motion.
To repair.