I have been trying not to use the word busy. Trying so hard. I told my friend Amber I was feeling 'productive' and 'efficient', in an effort to shift my thinking. But I am busy, though not quite overwhelmed. So this week I am going to slow down and do things that make me feel happy and calm. Small fragments of quiet in between it all.
I'm trying to walk to work some days, early. It's a nice bit of space to start my day with. Last week I ate my lunch outside, in the courtyard, not at my desk. Twenty minutes isn't long, but it feels like an hour when you're sitting in the sun. I've been listening to Swooning, an old ABC compilation of classical music I got when I was 15 (which includes this beauty) while I work from home in the evenings. And reading in bed every night, instead of falling asleep while watching something has felt good. So far this week I've managed yoga on Monday and yoga on Tuesday - tonight was a yin class, and I was by the window and all I could hear was the wind, and the leaves had changed colour and were being rustled under the gold of the streetlight. I walked home and crawled into bed.