DAY 6: Leashes on the Day
Tuesday, January 24, 2023
WFIW of the Day: Instead of sitting down to write, I had sex with my hubby when he unexpectedly came home early from work.
It was totally worth it.
In fact, I’m writing this on Wednesday because the whole day yesterday kind of “got away from me”… but in a good way.
Usually when people use that phrase, the understood meaning is that the day didn’t just “got away” from them… it was TAKEN from them.
By other people’s requests
By societal standards demanding to be met
By interruptions, surprises, snags that you hope don’t happen… but they always do
My day “got away” from my initial intentions… but not my choices.
In the morning, I chose not to write because I had nervous, excited energy for my first practice coaching session outside of my official course.
Then my husband came home unexpectedly early from work, and I chose to connect intimately and exuberantly with him (in a way that we only can in the precious hours that we’re in the house alone).
All day, my body was giving me gentle nudges that it wanted to go outside and move. So, I went for a 20-minute wog (walk + jog) and the whole endeavor felt effortless, which is so so rare.
That afternoon, I had another practice coaching session with a friend and I was eager to 1) practice again and see if it felt more natural this time and 2) catch up with her.
By then, it was early evening and friends of ours were coming over so my husband and I had fun setting up a cozy, heated, blanket-filled lounge area and we all ate dinner and watched a movie outside.
Meanwhile, our daughter had been seething with frustration and stress because she felt like she had so much homework to do and the noise from our outdoor movie had kept her from focusing. It was already 9pm and she looked so tired and overwhelmed. So, I sat with her for over an hour, helping her read and understand Chapter 3 of “Of Mice and Men.”
Right as I crawled into bed, I realized that I had not written all day. And I felt a little discouraged, a little “Oh man… that breaks that perfect writing streak.”
Until I realized that this doesn’t have to be perfect. It’s not WRITE EVERY SINGLE DAY or WRITE NOT AT ALL… it’s somewhere in between.
My day was full of my own choices. The time felt like it was moving fast, but never running away from me.
>>>>In fact, now that I think about it, the phrase “the day got away from me” makes it seem like your day is a willful, out-of-control Dalmatian just pulling you helplessly along until it inevitably escapes its collar and leash.
Don’t get me wrong, I sure as shit remember lots of days that felt exactly that way.
But yesterday, my day felt like a walk with a loving but insistent and curious Golden Retriever. Where I was making choices, but also letting that excited pup explore and guide me down paths that weren’t on the initial agenda.
And that makes me feel incredibly lucky for this time in my life.
With Gratitude,
Shinah
P.S. - I’m trying to embrace the mucky, awkward part of learning something completely new and feeling completely inadequate at it. More on that tomorrow…