The natural inclination when you’re out and about is to eat luxuriously. The day I wrote this rowing machine column update was the first day I ate any pizza at all in over eighteen months. I ordered it mostly by mistake, as I thought the chicken alfredo flatbread was a spaghetti pasta with flatbread rather than the pizza I received. I went with it anyways. Would I have ordered or eaten it under normal circumstances?
I’ll be in a different space when this publishes. Different job, different experiences… different lifestyle? The space I’m in as I’m writing this in late August is mostly a negative space. The veneer is nice and I’m meeting great people that are generous with sharing themselves, yet deep down, it doesn’t feel right. There are malaise and disquiet rumbling underneath my psyche. Why isn’t it good? Let’s explore, to help the “me” of October 13th.
Let’s say you’ve set up a decent home gym with everything you might want or need. If you’re an avid indoor rower like me, it’s got your rowing machine, your maintenance tools, and creature comforts to make it easier for you. Then when you travel abroad, the question is: how you can schedule the rowing in during your day? Even if you just do 5-minute sets, scheduling can prevent you from achieving your goals… right?
The day before I sobered up is one I’ll always remember, not so much sequentially, but more cerebrally than that. I was working at the thrift store at the time, directionless, unmotivated, blaming others for the problems I wasn’t addressing, and just squandering my life. It was a difficult job. When I wasn’t jumping into moldy trailers or being lambasted for working “slowly,” I was trash-compacting high-quality goods. Then… maybe a glimpse into something greater…
Through accident or intention, I lead an interesting life. I still have the scar from when a board with a nail nearly impaled my sternum (near my Xiphoid process) at the minimum wage furniture moving gig. That excitement can be exhilarating or overwhelming. What happens when life in the fast lane goes… too fast? How does a thrill-seeker slow down? Can we? My stress management process includes a twice-daily active meditation on the rowing machine.
When things get a little too weird for me, this phrase gets me in a good space: “reality is subjective.” If everyone observed the same reality equally except for me, then I’d be feeling pretty left out, you know, but it’s not! If you and I observed the same situation, we both have subjective filters. I wear glasses for vision impairment, which innocently changes my perspective of reality, but let’s dig into this deeper still.
“Hi~i! Ja~ane!! How’s it go~oin’!”
Jane hadn’t seen Karina this week.
“Good. You? Haven’t seen ya lately.”
“Yes! Tha~ank ya~a~ou!”
Jane and Jim had a furniture pick-up at the same location, a humble retirement home in a forested area outside of Eville, just as Karina and “Ruckus” had a drop-off.
“Oh, hi, Karina. I heard what happened, from Jane and Abe. Is everything alright?”
“Yes, tha~anks for the s~support, Jim. I~I~ w~was~ss in r~rough shape.”
Fitness is a scholarly activity. You don’t start off your career with a senior-level title, the ability to effectively convey emotion or information, or the psychological wherewithal to cut issues “off at the pass” before they become bigger in any career. Why, then, do we assume we can magically become fit? Maybe it’s because we assume studying for months and years is only for college and careers? What if we, similarly, studied our physical health?
I like to use the joke that I have a set of gnomes in my head that do all my work. Some will figure out incredible (actually, incredible) solutions to problems I’m trying to figure out, others will keep my focus, while others maintain the general health and wellness of my mind and body. It’s mostly a joke to help explain what’s going on deeper. What happens when one of those gnomes calls out sick?
“Just wondering, do I look h~hung ~o~ver?”
“Nah. Just tired.”
The two furniture movers were looking around a gas station for coffee and assorted junk snacks for their morning routes that dry Evillian morning.
“Go~od, be~cause~e,” she chuckled nervously, “I was o~out part-tying to~o~ late~ las~t n~night.”
“Wouldn’t have noticed, actually.”
“You s~should- join me next time. It’ll b~e fun~n.”
Jane subconsciously patted the small sobriety book in her jeans pocket.
“Thanks, but I’ll pass.”