Does the fact that I am specifically trying to go with the flow mean I am defeating the purpose of going with the flow?
I previously wrote that more is not more, and I’m trying to do things differently for the next little bit. In the spirit of this, when I woke up one day last week and it was beautiful and light out at 5:15, I decided to go with the flow and throw myself out the door for an unplanned run.
I didn’t have any clothes or gear set out, Wicket was awake already (way too early) and I had had no plan to run that day. Also, LEAVING at 5:15 would put me seriously behind in my normal getting ready for work schedule, but I did it anyway. And I had the most gloriously crisp, beautiful run.
The sun was just coming up, it was a beautiful cool but promising warmth day, and there were other runners around. Tons of people were out and about! My body felt great, my pacing felt super easy and natural, and I did not think about how squashed my routine was going to be for getting out the door on time. It was generally just the loveliest run.
THANK GOODNESS the run was so good and put me in the nicest mood, because the rest of the morning was a bit of a disaster. I rushed my shower and didn’t shave or put lotion on (sorry MattHowk), did the bare minimum with my hair, then rushed my makeup to the point that I kept messing up my eyeliner. Anyone who wears liquid liner knows that that means you have to keep doing more and more to fix it, so I ended up taking way too much time on it and looking awfully dramatic for a day at work.
I threw half a scoop of protein powder and a scoop of beet root powder in some water and drank that in the shower, since I knew I needed protein but also wasn’t going to have time to cook the egg I usually have with my avocado toast. I did still have the avocado toast, but didn’t afford myself two minutes to sit down to eat it. Rather I ate that and drank my caffeinated Nuun while I cleaned up breakfast and threw some clothes on. And what a vision I turned out to be when I grabbed a 547 year old cardigan out of my drawer and put on whatever jewelry Wicket picked out for me then flew out the door.
I still made it to work on time, and managed to feed Wicket and oversee him getting himself ready for his day, so I guess I can’t have been THAT much of a disaster. I felt super scattered and spastic, but I was in such a nice mood from that run that it almost didn’t matter! And what extra stuff I usually do that didn’t get done in the morning either got done by MattHowk, or was still there when I got home for me to take care of then.
I suppose this was a good lesson in listening to oneself? And also that I don’t HAVE to follow my super rigid schedule every morning? OR do ALL the chores I can possibly think of crammed into the two extra minutes I have? And that no one DIED because a bowl or a pot didn’t get put away.
I may have been a bit of a manic mess for the rest of the day, but it worked and I think i would do it again. Why bother being so organized if you’re not going to put it to the test with an unplanned workout and an abbreviated getting ready routine? It was MAYBE almost fun…