Movement is the key. In returning to AZ I recognized the cardinal (pun) difference between here and home (NYC) is movement. In New York people live in the street. People are out all day and night moving and doing and dancing and generating that frantic energy the city thrives on. Here in a state full of sleepy bedroom suburbs a much smaller percentage of people are moving and doing. Most are trying to make it through the day in order to get to their evening shows. I fell into that trap immediately and repeatedly once I returned. In fact the only things that kept me from disappearing into my couch were the mountain of work needing to be done and, more importantly, the awareness that I was falling back into bad rituals.
Tonight I broke the spell by climbing off the happy couch and painting a wall. I’ve long discussed painting parts of the house, even going so far as buying the supplies. Putting the paint on the wall was a huge step because it meant that I started a job that needs to be finished, and in some ways that jump started me to perform other needed chores.
I no longer feel like I am on the verge of something. I feel like I’ve rolled back down the hill and have to pick myself up and start climbing again–with a different path and plan to reach the summit. I also recognize that I need to incorporate ‘save points’ into that climb–moments of pure opportunity to reflect. I’ve gotten better at it, and reflection has made me aware of a great many things about myself and my life–including the obvious need for further reflection.
But enough about me. I think it is time I got back to blogging about things that mattered a bit more than just one spry fella.
Some Thoughts:
- In 1785 the London Times printed its first issue. Today blogs and other digital media are more widely read by the population of London than any print paper ever is. These times a’changin.