|Trying to read at a basketball game, didn't really work.|
Some days are just days. Nothing much happens, even though there are a million things to do. Procrastination wins over production, and I feel like I am left with the remnants of undone aspirations of which I have many choices of what I can make of them. I can be creative, and twist them into a DIY project that makes my life appear more beautiful and shines a rosy light of "Wow, look what she did!" over my wasted day. Or I can go the opposite direction, and wallow and wade through them like I am the main character on an episode of "Hoarders."
Even on productive days, on love-y sun filled golden days, we still have that choice. I think that is why some people remain depressed, no matter their external circumstances. There is a psychology epistemology called Post-Modernism. In it they propose that we are constantly creating our experience, and that it is through our own mental constructs that we live and breathe. We can live and breathe a day as a failure or as a success, no matter what happened that day. What matters, they say, is how we choose to perceive it in the moment in which we are taking each breath.
These are the things I think about after a day filled with nothing much but a little reading in my book. Yesterday was the kind of day with a long to-do list, and the to-do list never even got written.
Today is a new day. And I am choosing to walk forward with the perspective that I am exactly where I need to be, in every way. I am trying to create more of that in my everyday life, and not just from those special moments. I have the idea that the more we step outside of our comfort zone, and find the magical moments in life...the more we are able to see that they are always around us, just waiting to be found.
I woke up this morning and immediately did the dishes of previous days gone by. I set up my study-station on the dining room table. I took my seat here at the computer to write this post. Who knows what the rest of the day will bring...hopefully some more pages being read form my book of the week.
I mentioned in my previous post that my book I am reading, Extremely Load & Incredibly Close (yes, I am starting to really remember the title), had a very powerful sentence. Turns out it is filled with them. Every page has a new thought provoking phrase, or after reading a chapter I might realize that the last few pages have been completely symbolic in nature, while still keeping with the story line. I am finding the book to be very touching and inspiring. Not inspiring in the sense that I am walking around beaming from ear to ear and spreading world peace, but in a creative and life affirming sense.
I leave you now to get on with my day, whatever it may bring. But I have to admit, I do hope it brings me a deeper understanding of endocrinology, the nervous system and sight and hearing physiology for my upcoming exam. It is interesting to bounce between literary fiction, exploring the emotional elements of being human; and anatomy & physiology, learning about the minute details of how our bodies keep us alive and healthy.
And one last thing, speaking of health: I have not forgotten about Healthival. It continues on into February, with a few minor adjustments. In addition to no wheat, no dairy and no sugar I have added no corn chips, I overeat them and feel like crap. A little wine added in, for fun. And I have made more phone calls to friends, well a lot of calls to one friend, but you gotta start somewhere!
So far we have 6 readers in on the "Book a Week" challenge and 2 reading two books this month! Anyone else reading along? Leave us your vote of support on our poll. Thanks!