For the last year, I’ve been taken with the idea of finding a rhythm to life. Which seems different than time management, or careful planning, or even of necessarily reducing the number of activities in which I engage. It feels like a balance of work and rest, of input and outflow, of engagement and escape. And it is definitely a work in progress.
So I noticed this with some interest. Several weeks ago, with the infertility stakes riding high and with work pressing in hard, I started skipping days of running. Which lead to several consecutive skips, and then whole weeks off. What I didn’t realize is that, at the same time, my writing did the same thing. And now, my days all bleed together as I rush from fire to fire, stoking some and quenching others.
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Hey Mike- curious if in your move you might find a new rhythm- sort of wiping the slate clean and beginning the beat again. i am hope to restart my beat nov. 26th.
Anyway…my real intention in writing this…is I need your new address. It is driving me crazy not having it! Just a few more envelopes to address- your is one of them!
could you send it to me? dheybrock@yahoo.com
Good practice for parenthood! Hee hee.
(okay, someone had to say it…)
Interesting that you apparently had a good rhythm and didn’t realize it. Or did you? Does one know when one has found one’s ‘optimal’ rhythm? And, I guess that would keep changing (?), depending on one’s situation… Hmmmm.
Mike, if there is anything we can do for you and Stacy, to help ease the load, please let us know.