The hardest thing in the world to do is to do nothing. Admittedly, I get annoyed if I’m relatively inactive by mid-afternoon. I like my doses of inactivity smaller, and towards the end of the day – when the stores are closed, when the streets are quieter, and when the hustle and bustle of downtown DC softens. Just a moment ago, I took a few minutes laying on the bed, silencing my mind.
I’ve decided that I’m going to alter my daily routine somewhat. Each morning, I hit the ground running. My alarm clock goes off at 5:30 AM, and I’m out the door to the gym by 6:00. Work starts at nine, and I finally alone with my thoughts at 5:30. It’s a twelve hour marathon of stuff. I do, in fact, enjoy the life that I’ve created. As busy as work sometimes is, I don’t become stressed or annoyed. I let the whirlwind exist outside of me. I don’t internalize it.
So, my alteration will come in the form of poetry. Each morning, I will start my day with a poem. I’ll sit with it for a few moments before I start my day. And then, when I come home from work, I’m going to “hang up” my day on the frog statue in our apartment’s fountain. I’ll hang up any hustle and bustle at the fountain, and move with stillness and silence into my evening.
November 27, 2008 at 9:12 pm
Very nice post, you were right when you said nobody came to your blogs for like a year. It’s wierd to see no comments on your blogs.