Today, working with myself meant going to gym. Zumba to be precise. It seemed like I would be too late and that instead I should hurry straight to work. But then I noticed how tight my shoulders were, with a little twinge in my neck. I noticed how stuffy my thoughts were- literally stuffed into my head too full and simmering in anxiety. And I Just Went to my imperfect heaven that gym with dungeon ambiance and just danced. Afterwards, I was sweaty and relieved and now I can breathe again.
I’ve noticed, my mind is full of delight. I’ll start writing on a chapter of my PhD, and ideas will come tumbling out. Good ideas. Good turns of phrase too. Like when I am focussed and relaxed at the same time it is just so easy. And pleasurable, even, to write.