Posted on January 10, 2012 by Tricia Rose
At three o’clock this morning I wrote out a schedule in an attempt to better structure my day. Need hardly say this schedule didn’t include three a.m., heavy irony don’t you think?
Not that the whole exercise is futile, after all a schedule is meant to be a kindly, helpful thing, putting a time limit on stressful activities, infiltrating pills of the disagreeable between slices of pleasant duties like (for me), folding and wrapping. No anxieties, just straightening, then folding just so, then the neat and cheering business of tissue paper, card and ribbon. If only all life could be so orderly.
this picture is making my mouth water
How to get yoga into the mix, and dog walks: how can anyone schedule interruptions? It is precisely yoga and dog walks that I need to write down, or I get sucked into a mean-minded Puritanism which prides itself on working through, ploughing on. Like too much apple in a fruit salad.
Here’s to mango and papaya and passionfruit in the everyday.
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