Things fall through the cracks because well intended people get busy and commit to more than is possible. That was the nugget I learned two weeks ago when I pulled the verb, Slip, as my... Read More »
I am writing this blog post about last week DO52 verb, because there would be a little bit of irony in skipping the chance to share my story about my experience with the verb…
If people’s minds could be described by all the different ways we can walk from one place to another then what I imagine you would see is that some people’s minds are a joyful skip, while others have leisurely amble, a stealthy skulk, a confident swagger, purposeful stride, or even a life-is-hard trudge.
Mine would be a march. An intentionally choreographed, disciplined, and unforgiving march. Think North Korea.
When you march through life to the beat of that drum, having your routine disrupted is hard.
But my schedule has been disrupted for weeks now, due to a mysterious allergic reaction to something I am either eating or to which I am coming in regular contact. The medicine has disrupted my sleep schedule, which in turn, has disrupted my exercise and work schedule.
My march has quickly turned into a meander.
Last week’s verb, SKIP, gave me permission to take the rest my mind and body needed. I skipped workouts in the gym and I skipped all the negative self-talk that would normally accompany it.
It’s a new week and, though I am not marching, I am taking baby steps. Baby steps towards getting back in my routine and marching to the beat of my own drum again.