It’s funny when I have lots of ideas of what to post, and what feels most pressing is just to talk about the ordinary. For the ordinary describes the whole. The ordinary describes the mystery & all the inconsistencies of my life.
Walks & talks with friends old & new.
Waking up late & rushing to work.
Babysitting Cash, my roommate’s dog. Visiting a few different parks.
Not setting an alarm & letting the sun wake me up.
Inconsistently practicing qi gong this week to Motown. Great combo, by the way!
Drinking pomegranate tea in the morning.
Finishing up the semester with my students & giving assessments throughout most of the day.
Doing breath work with a friend over a lunch break.
Binging on NY style pizza & cookie dough while watching 13 Reasons Why.
Going on adventures & driving to new places on mornings off.
Indulging in my desire to rest & read.
Planning a summer vacation for myself.
Listening to my fatigue & choosing not to do much this weekend.
Having good days & having days where my allergies flare & my brain feels like mush.
I’ve written a lot this winter & spring. So much is healing and shifting. Fatigue and energy come and go. I’m adding in new foods & taking red meat out of my diet. I’m finishing out the first two semesters of teaching with my own business. And I’m leaning into summer, with all its abundance and ordinary-ness.
I’m leaning into my own abundance, my own flexibility and spontaneity. I’m catching myself when I shame myself for things I can’t do. I’m practicing coming back to the present moment, being thankful for this body, this breath, even the fatigue, when it lingers longer than I want it to.
I’m reminding myself of how much better I’m doing than last summer. I’m lingering in the gratefulness that this summer, I will not be moving or starting a new job. I can trust my body; I can trust what it’s telling me, even if I don’t want to hear it. I know that intense allergies are a sign of imbalance–yet I don’t have to let that discourage me, or lead me down a path of feeling powerless.
I can trust my body’s subtle signals that remind me that I must rest more than a lot of people do. I can rest in the fact that my lack of “production” does not make me less valuable. I can trust my own self-care and reach out for help or say no. I can just be…things are important and urgent, and I can still just be.
I’m looking to nature to understand what summer is. It’s indulgent. It’s restful. It simply enjoys its fullness and its transformation.
I’m watching for when I overdue it, for when summer’s nice weather is an excuse to push harder and to do more. I want to come back to my fullness and simply enjoy what is. This moment where I can just be.