Sunny days of July. Who knows how long they’ll last…
I am working on my paper, struggling a bit with writer’s drought in a tiny hot apartment.
In between typing, reading and domestic chores, I am out in the lush open, pushing my physical limits to refuel my body with oxygen.
Sometimes I wonder…What’s all this effort to improve ourselves, if we all anyway just die in the end?
All these mortals in sweatpants, seizing the summer day, wearing down their running shoes, going for power walks, you name it. They can’t be out there just to become something. They must have found something in the present moment that makes them tick.
I know I want to feel that I already am what I want to become. I want to enjoy the whole process, not only as a seasonal reaction to sunlight, but as a waking up of my inbuilt mechanism of joy. I want something that feels permanent. Something that can last forever -for us much ever as I have.
Other than gasping for breath now and then when biking uphill, days have been calm and rather uneventful.
I have been following the universal advise of training followed by rest. Long kilometers in the sun followed by time spent inside, making raspberry smoothies and eating loads of watermelon.So this is where I am right now. Having woken up way too early. Sitting on the couch as I am typing, making myself ready for some time off: a “staycation”. It’s all about intervals and variation.
I have been thinking of how to lay out my free days. I will start with a stretch of a few days, maybe a week, where I just take the time to do things I like. Whatever that is.
Most importantly, I want to get some good sleep and very slowly enjoy my morning cup(s) of tea. The rest shall follow.
The day has only just begun. I will jump into the shower, put on a little skirt and a top, have breakfast, take my light bag and get away on a mini weekend road- trip.
Vacation here I come.