Working through
challenges with my back this summer has required me to make thoughtful
adjustments in my thinking and behavior. I've had to be
disciplined to limit the content,
duration and frequency of my transitions.
When I have evening responsibilities, I moderate
my day. If I've got to do some
standing, I sit in advance. I've been strategically plotting
my path and,
whenever possible eliminating unnecessary action. It's my reality
and I'm
owning it.
I'm someone who's always
been comfortable with transitions--those spaces "in between"
and "during"
one destination to another. I know some folks who, like surgeons, slice through
one experience/space/consciousness to another without pause and I've
honestly never
understood how that works. I guess I've always believed that
much of what's most
important in life happens in the transitions, interactions
replete with smiles...interludes
where emotions - love and care or pain and
concern - trump words...silences
that bestow space and place to explore within
and expand outward.
So this more precise
behavior is new for me and sometimes feels abrupt. And over this
period I'm
coming to appreciate what it means to limit the transitions in life.
Appreciating
using more of my "science" than my "art" in my
approach, thoughtfully navigating
my path without rest stops and budgeting my
time without padding for the miscellaneous.
I'm finding power in my increased
precision and clarity in movement as well as a
unique satisfaction in being
able to check off my accomplishments sooner.
It's also got me focused
on the things in life that transcend the mundane.
Like if I want to ascend, I
have to reach.
For all the things I want to start, just get moving.
And really, when it's
over, it’s time to leave.
Now.
