Pushing Through

What a change a week can make in the spring! The upper 30’s that felt so balmy last week left me shivering yesterday. That returned sensation of permeability to the cold has tapped out some of the energy I was enjoying so much last week. Writing is a chore again.¬†Fortunately, I know this is just a temporary block.

My temptation is to measure myself against last week. To try to force myself to be as productive (or more, right?) so I don’t lose any of the progress I made. Yet yesterday I did something pretty rare for a Tuesday; I gave myself the day off. Not in my usual weekday sense, where I am still writing and exercising and doing all the little things that keep my business running. No, I gave myself permission to be a total coach potato. I gave myself one day to say, “I’ll do it tomorrow”.

So now it’s tomorrow, and I had the best night’s sleep I’ve had in weeks. Everything feels more clear today, including the fact that between the upswing in massages I’m giving and the downswing in the temperature outside, I need to let myself have some extra rest. You know what? I’m going to take the afternoon off. Whatever writing and cleaning and erranding I don’t get done? I’ll do it tomorrow.

Spring Fever

Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

-Rainer Maria Rilke

It’s finally spring here in Chicago, after what someone told me was the worst February on record (I could double check that, but Spring Fever says not to). Just a week or so ago, I felt as though my down coat and snow boots were permanently attached to me. It’s such a relief to leave them in the closet!

The truth is that there’s a part of me that wants to throw my obligations aside and spend all my time in the sunlight. I feel like I could be perfectly content to sit in a sunny space and watch the flowers grow. Yesterday was a tug-of-war between work and play, and I managed to harness some of that wild energy of new growth into my technical writing.

Today I feel that same urge to abandon my responsibilities and play. I also feel the excited realization that I can embrace that desire for play and bring it to my work. That new green energy, that chaotic expansion, it is the force driving me to write. It is driving me to reach new and deeper levels with my clients. It is a force that could easily drive me to exhaustion if I don’t remain present.

It is spring and all things are possible. Everything is a poem.