Things are going well with the play. My first time producing and all, I should take some time and be proud of myself. Speaking of time, I started a daily meditation practice a while ago. It’s like 12 minutes, and it’s helping me to not be so reactive to my thoughts. That’s usually when I feel like a crazy person, when I believe myself. Now, I have moments when I can hear the spinning and just be ‘like ok, that’s happening’ and not get frantic about the list of shoulds that run on a loop.
I recently took an Alexander technique workshop. The wonderful teachers, Jean Louis Rodrigue and Kristof Konrad have a mantra that they use, “I have time”. Repeat now, and feel your blood pressure lower. There is something so magical about that phrase. “ I have time”, it makes me emotional to think about it, partially because I have been operating for so long under the premise that I DON’T have time.
When my husband wants to tell me a story, my reflex is – I don’t have time. Why? Why don’t I have time? Am I President of the US? Am I a war correspondent out in the field? Am I a figure skater (o.k. that one might not be relevant, but I wanted to throw it in) Anyway, you get the idea, I have time. The things that I push away are really the things that enrich my life the most. I do have time. I have time to read an article in the New Yorker, I have time to call my Mom back, I have time to listen to a song, or hear a joke. I have time to walk slower and listen to the birds, or the traffic, or the conversation that is happening behind me. I have time. I have time.
I recently took an Alexander technique workshop. The wonderful teachers, Jean Louis Rodrigue and Kristof Konrad have a mantra that they use, “I have time”. Repeat now, and feel your blood pressure lower. There is something so magical about that phrase. “ I have time”, it makes me emotional to think about it, partially because I have been operating for so long under the premise that I DON’T have time.
When my husband wants to tell me a story, my reflex is – I don’t have time. Why? Why don’t I have time? Am I President of the US? Am I a war correspondent out in the field? Am I a figure skater (o.k. that one might not be relevant, but I wanted to throw it in) Anyway, you get the idea, I have time. The things that I push away are really the things that enrich my life the most. I do have time. I have time to read an article in the New Yorker, I have time to call my Mom back, I have time to listen to a song, or hear a joke. I have time to walk slower and listen to the birds, or the traffic, or the conversation that is happening behind me. I have time. I have time.
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