I write all the time. I write in a journal during breaks at work. I scribble on post-it notes and deposit them in my pocket so I won’t forget something that seems important to remember at the time. I thumb text msg.s to myself and capture quotes in apps like Day One on my phone. Writing is my pair of golden cuffs and my golden lasso.
Writing is the safest place I know to filter all that is ingested throughout the passing days and nights. It’s how I process; it’s how I let go; it’s how I say hello; it’s how I make sense; it’s how I capture; it’s where I put my sadness, and joy, and all the muddiness in between (lots of muddiness). Writing is where I say this happened today and this is how I perceived it and I want someone to know. The notebook. I want to share it, capture it, understand it, get it out of my system. Writing is my lifelong friend. It has saved me too many times to possibly know how many times it has saved me. If I were locked away, I would have to find a way to write, otherwise I would surely die. These are the things I’ve been thinking about since 5:30am this morning.
On Saturday, I met with one of my former trainers, Caleb from ACF. Sitting down with him was like plugging into a warm empathetic frequency of good. A first step into getting back to healthy. Since his training facility is located about an hour from me, the idea is to follow programming on my own, and then come in on Saturdays and the occasional Wednesday night for Barbell Club. When we were talking I could hear the barbells dropping in the other room. It was like hearing a long-forgotten piece of music that I didn’t know how much I missed until the sound filled the air again. I’m pretty sure I could feel my heart skipping an extra beat with each thud of rubber-plates hitting the floor.
Including weekly workout programming, Caleb also gave me some suggested daily habits to boost my mind and heart and soul. As I ease into this new way of approaching my day I will share them here. This week, the focus has been on righting the food and wine habits. So far, I’m happy to report, so good. So very good.
P.S. A scarf around the neck in the winter is like your woogie.