It is the beginning of the first full week of July and it is also the second week of my summer break. I spent most of last week with BatBeard. It wasn’t enough time. But as I said in regards to teaching, is there every enough? Have you ever spent weeks with a loved one and thought, “Well, that’s about enough time.”
I am very lucky to love and be loved by good, kind people. I don’t think I get enough of them. But I’m also pretty sure I don’t get enough of me.
What, pray tell, do I mean by that? Well, at the risk of sounding like a complete and total intellectual, elitist snob (although if you live in a house with a leaky roof and only have transportation because you have a very loving and giving mother can you really be called elitist?), William Wordsworth said it well, “The World is too much with us.” Poem is here.
A lot is being said about mindfulness and how we, as a society, should be practicing it. When did we get so damn busy and distracted that we have to practice paying attention? I certainly am guilty of losing track of the point (It’s a huge shock, I know. If I needed any more proof, not even an hour ago I was watching a movie while trying to walk across the room and stepped in the handle of a suitcase and fell, face first, into the bookcase. Fortunately, I have a lot of practice with klutzing around, so I didn’t hurt myself, the books or the suitcase. The cats were most entertained.
I have a month until my next teaching contract starts, so I have this time to take care of myself. I plan to relax, organize, work out, read, relax, watch tv, relax, plan lessons, and relax (you may have noticed a theme; a recurring pattern is called a motif.)
As I focus on my health, mental and physical, I am reminded to free myself of distractions. What am I supposed to do if my mind, itself, is the distraction?
There is a lot going on in my head both physiologically and metaphorically (Are thoughts considered metaphors, they CAN weigh heavy but they are figurative. Maybe I should send my brain to a weight loss seminar.) Even before my head blew up, my brain had a mind of its own, but it has gotten worse since my brain has healed. (There are those who say that I have just put dab of Krazy glue on the unravelling knot of insanity)
Years ago I asked my Neurologist what I could do about my brain taking three separate sides in an argument. All he said was, “It sounds like you’re in tune with your Id, Ego and Super Ego.” That was not at all helpful.
Its nice to know, but how do I relax when my inner child is constantly in search of something new to distract her?