I’m just going with the flow today and so far it’s working out great. I finish my breakfast and get cleaned up by 930. I’m scheduled for a shower at 1130, but I still have time to pick out my clean clothes before I leave for Tai Chi at 10 AM. There’s already a pile of folded clothes sitting on my chair, left over from wearing earlier in the week but not yet put away. I investigate. There’s a pair of pants, a pair of clean underwear, a sleeveless top, white with black stripes and a dragonfly outline in little sparkles. You gotta love it. A top with its own bling, no need for jewelry. The high today is going to be -5°C so I will need the black sweater that’s also in the pile. If I go with this outfit all I’ll need to complete it is a pair of socks. It’s not an outfit I would normally choose for myself but it works nonetheless. Why look a gift horse in the mouth? It seems pretty obvious I’m supposed to wear this today so what the hell, I pick out a pair of socks and add them to the ensemble.
I get to Tai Chi about 10 minutes before the class starts. (Usually I’m running late and trying to roll in before the door closes.) I haven’t done Tai Chi in three weeks or so, so I’m expecting some really tight and sore shoulder muscles as well as a floppy left side. Actually, things are pretty good. My left side is okay with all the demands I ask of it, I’m mindful of not overworking my shoulders for a change, and remember to take breaks occasionally. When the class ends I roll to the lobby. Someone pushes the elevator button for me and a mere 10 seconds later one arrives. By 10:30 I’m back in my room working on my computer.
At 10:45 two PSWs come in and ask if I need to go to the bathroom. This never happens! I’m not desperate but I figure why not? No harm in taking care of this a little early, especially if it means I don’t have to wait for them to arrive. At 11 I’m on my commode in the bathroom all finished. Just as I’m thinking I should call the PSWs to come and get me, the shower team arrives, half an hour early, where I’m ready for them with my clothes already picked out. Serendipity.
At 11:45 AM I’m back at my place all fresh and squeaky clean, dry and dressed. I’m at least 15 minutes ahead of how long this process normally takes. I dry my hair. Things I normally struggle with – pumping the bottle of mousse and rubbing it through my hair, hanging onto the blow dryer with my left hand, spraying myself with hairspray – are effortless today.
I’m served lunch and eat quickly. A few minutes after 1 PM I’m back at my desk and writing this post. I don’t want to forget this magic feeling of flow, of being carried by a current that delivers me exactly where I need to be next.
The rest of the day goes by without a hitch. Now it’s 7 PM, after supper. I’m finishing this post and listening to the chatter in the hallway outside my closed door. Normally I hate this. Tonight I can tolerate it. Then I hear that one of my favourite PSWs will be helping me get ready for bed tonight.
It’s been a good day. In fact, I’ve had three good days in a row now. And I feel good too, mentally and physically. I hate to admit this but maybe it’s because I’m back to my regular pre-Christmas routine. It suits my body and my soul.
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