been a minute

Been a little while. I keep thinking of things to write, and then don't sit down and do it. So this morning, I'm just going to write for a few minutes. Need to get ready to leave for rehearsal in a bit. Sooner than a bit. And theres a snow storm outside, which has really calmed down but as left inches upon inches of snow this morning, and so, I'll need extra time for transit. Plus I want to stop for my latte. 

 proof of the snow. (little pup braving the storm.)

proof of the snow. (little pup braving the storm.)


That might be it. Nothing deep today. Just the truth. And I wanted to just write, so that too much time doesn't go by. You know that thing that the longer you spend away from something. Let's say its calling a friend. And you miss the day you were going to call, then each day/ hour/ minute after that just gets harder to call. At first maybe its pride, not wanting to say sorry I missed it. But then, its another excuse. Then its too late for excuses you chose not to call and now you have to build up the courage? to call anew! I think a lot of things are like that. Where we leave too much space between an impulse and action. I read recently, that sometimes increasing that space can save us a lot of grief and/ or make us aware of how much power we have to make choices in each moment. Someone bumps into us in the street, maybe the impulse is to turn and yell at them, or to bubble with anger for the next 3 blocks. BUT! If we take a second between either of those actions, we can choose which way to go. Which path to take. We're able to choose our response to any given situation. And I think that's a muscle that we can learn to use. To make enough space for our minds to be involved. Not to ignore gut feelings or emotional response, but to check in and say 'yes, that is how I feel about that' or 'you know what? I'm actually not as upset as my body thinks I am'. To go back to the to write or not to write problem. I think that is the space becoming too large. And our minds getting in the way too much. We get in our way, rationalize our way out of action. 


Well, not today. Today we won. We wrote. And now, we have to go because we are also running late. And by we, I mean me.