missed

I skipped my writing time yesterday for no reason at all. I felt tired, and the heat felt oppressive (still no fix for the air conditioner), but more than anything, I didn’t have much to say. I still don’t today. We are in the lull between summer fun and fall routine, and I can’t manage to get productive. It feels like I should just wait until I’m back into the swing of fall, though I know that’s not likely to be for another month, by the time things truly settle.

I read something yesterday, a poem about the body and the push and pull between the heart and the head. The need to settle in with your lungs instead, to be present with your breath. I don’t remember where I saw it, or I would link to it. When I read it, I paused, but I’m still thinking about it a day later. I need to get better with that, to understand that sometimes just being present is all the productivity I need. Not every day needs to be a productivity marathon.

I guess I don’t have all that much to say today, either.