Time Travel In A Can

A thousand years ago I was training for my first marathon. I was training to run it in Pittsburgh. That’s right; I was doing destination races long before it was cool. We didn’t call it this back then, but social media was message boards before Facebook came along. Through a running-related message board I picked…

First Of Many

It worked out that my first week of tennis therapy coincided with my first league match. It’s technically not therapy but it is a form of training for the mind. Why did I need tennis therapy? I didn’t. My coach needed it. She started using it to improve her own experience and had such success…

My Beloved Moxie

Early Sunday morning. Devotional time. Candles. Coffee. Journal. Sock feet. Quiet except for the scratch of pencil against paper. Reflecting on the week’s work and planning the week ahead. Creating rituals to support my wellness. All of this called devotional because it is devoted to how I want to feel, what I want to practice,…

Calm-uary

Good morning, citizens of 2020. First change to the wellness practice is financial wellness: no more overtime. The boss announced it mid-December. Starting tomorrow I have to return to a regular eight-hour work day. Or I should say, I get to. The second change is occupational wellness. The benefit of overtime wasn’t just extra money….

Ritual Service

The best gift I received this year? My employer gave me December 26th off. Closed the business. A recovery day. Oh my soul, a recovery day. I work for people who value recovery days. Typing such a statement is a prayer of gratitude. Yes, it was with pay but even so, closing the business makes…

Seasonal Damage

Injuries. (Sigh) Part of the practice. I’ve been quiet because my first significant tennis injury knocked me down. It was a double blow. I suffered a significant injury of the heart at work and carried my hurt/anger/fear/frustration onto the tennis court. Nothing happened, at least in terms of the tennis. I simply overdid it. Pushed…

The Smoky Ruins Of A Saturday

It was a good morning. Make that a superb morning. Early. Quiet. Cold. I made a pretty picture of the light. I wrote splendid words and luxuriated in the bliss of coffee plus peace plus sourdough toast. And then shortly after toast I got very angry. Livid. Volcanic. I snapped. Zero to fury in four…

Made Of Such Things

Yesterday I went for a run in the rain because there are certain ghosts which are only active on rainy days. Certain witchy folk too. Like most of these things, I found out by accident years ago. At a race in another town, far from the finish line, a gentle sprinkle turned into a raging…

Another Blogoversary

Sat Nam. WordPress just congratulated me on four years of blogging but it’s actually been twelve years. Many blogs. This one is simply the most recent at four years old. I thought I’d celebrate with one of my TINAS because it’s been so long since I made one. Sat Nam. Because I love them. This…

Hard Chargers Need Not Apply

  It’s Saturday. I’m thinking about work. My body is at home without pants, shoes, or brushed teeth. My brain is back at the office. Because I can’t get my work done. Because my work can’t be done. My inner Dwight Schrute can’t stand it. My new boss at my new job advised me yesterday…

Hacking Fatigue, An Epic Fail

I think it’s funny that we try to outsmart exhaustion. With willpower. With coffee. With stubbornness. I didn’t take a break between the end of Old Job and beginning of New Job. Instead of saying no I said yes to a houseful of company for the weekend so I didn’t even get a regular weekend’s…

Playing Left Field

When I imagined sharing updates on the body hair situation I fully expected those updates would be negative experiences. Any and all updates. It did not occur to me that I would have anything positive to share. Maybe some success of my own making; my own progress or work or breakthroughs. But positive reactions from…