Where Clocks are Decorative …
I am awake, I am alive, and this morning I cannot help but reflect on just how often we have to lose something before we truly appreciate it.
Case in point – for a long time now, I have loved working from home. I enjoy the decolonization of working in line with my brain, my spirit and my body, avoiding any suggestion by clock or calendar. Freeing myself from such man-made restraints has allowed my creativity to increase exponentially but sometimes a friend needs help …
For the last week, I have been facilitating a training course for a local agency. They do great work so when they found themselves in need, I was happy to answer but OMG!
This past week, contrary to my norm, has required I:
a) go to bed when the clock says I should
b) get up when the gawd-awful alarm says I should
c) leave the house when the clock says I should
d) speak when the clock says I should (facilitate the session)
e) eat when the clock says I should
f) go home when the clock says I should
Repeat, repeat, repeat.
ARGHHHHHHHHHH!!
So this is me, working from home today. You go ahead and pretend I am in business attire (I am so not!). You go ahead and assume a clock started my day (more my furmate demanding breakkie). You go ahead and envision anything your little heart desires but I know I am here, doing what I love, in whatever order I choose for as long as I choose while wearing whatever I so choose.
This is me, back in my world, a world where clocks are merely decorative and calendars simply remind me when friends are coming to visit.
The journey continues … my way and I SWEAR I can feel my spirit smiling!
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I love you! HUGSSSSSSSSSSS
Sandi