Mondays disrupt
I don’t know why Monday, which is the start of the week, is always so disruptive. No matter how you line it up, Monday always decides for you how it is going to go. And so it was that this morning’s early walk with the dogs was hijacked by rain, and exercise time in between appointments collapsed into a disappearing interstitial. The grayness of a gray day is made grayer by being a grey Monday.
But this Monday I used my Insight Timer app that was able to help monitor my meditation and so the day began with progress – instead of the anxy attempts to meditate that are thwarted by an ever mounting to do list, today I meditated in peace knowing my app had my back. And it helped. When I looked I saw that 156 people around the world were also meditating – but when it asked me to sign up, the tediousness of detail the app wanted made me suspicious of letting anyone so close to my rhythm that they would actually be documenting to others worldwide that Rachel is meditating right now. TMI.
Speaking of TMI, sometime this morning I was asked to provide some background information and I found myself attempting to be the gatekeeper of too much information. Family history – uh, where to begin. Marital history – who to leave in, who to leave out. Job history – how to describe my current working life through a lens of gain and not loss while being honest.
This gray Monday disrupted my plan, the one that was on my calendar, in my mind, on my to do list and is not over yet. I interviewed a source about a recent Blueshift topic, I set about trying to write the mission statement for the transracial parenting blog, I searched my soul to make sure my actions were leading me in the right direction – and I took a deep breath.
While I spent my day wrapped up in trying to figure out what was the best way to spend my time – Tin started his morning by getting down on his knees and speaking to BamBam through the window. It is rare, but there are now times I wish that I could go back and be a child again:
