There’s something about leaving town that seems to necessarily uproot my schedule. Even when I just leave for a weekend and the rest of my routine remains theoretically untouched, the act of leaving pulls me out of the routine more than I expect given the time gone.
Or at least, that seems to happen if I allow it. Leaving my space quickly becomes an excuse to surrender my discipline, to allow thoughts to scatter to the wind, to wander from center. I can say, “Oh, if I didn’t have to do this or that, I could focus.”
But life isn’t like that. It doesn’t play the same old refrain day after day. It may seem that way sometimes, but that’s when you can be even more sure that something more gradual is shifting deeply underneath, and maybe you just can’t see what’s shifting. Nothing is static. Change is constant. And why would you want anything different anyway? The same old refrain over and over ad nauseam would be boring.
The key is to figure out how to shift with the music, to hear the pause and flow, and keep up with the orchestra when it changes key.
So my intention for this week is:
to keep with the music
even when the music is complex, complicated, shifts and changes key.
What intention do you set for this week?