shift. the way you move.

I stole it from a car commercial. I don’t even know what kind of car. But I like it.

I think I’ve reached the saturation point. Just when there’s a break from one thing, another gets crazy.

Like who scheduled my Monday? Oh yea me. The same person who scheduled last Friday.

Like how it is 11:48, and I literally finished Part 1 of 3 of what I’m working on for a deadline tomorrow and weighing whether I should sleep now and get up extra early or keep working and sleep in a little.

Like how I had no idea that next Monday is President’s Day because honestly it doesn’t even matter. There will still be work. Just as there is on Saturday and Sunday.

So….shifting the way I move. Before this really gets to me.

For the actual physical movement–

  • moving the places work is completed. Even in the classroom. Just to change my perspective.
  • switched up my runs to a 6.2, 3.1 mile split instead of the 5, 4 from a couple of weeks ago.
  • switched off of coffee starting at 11 and onto Diet Coke at that point (if you’re a caffeine addict, you know why that matters).

For the mental movement toward positivity:

  • I am so very grateful to the first person I see when I get to school everyday, who tells me that she’s having a hard time but that she’s happy to see me. I appreciate the 5-minutes of conversation and our kindred spirits.
  • I am very grateful for my adaptability. Shift is the operative word. I shifted between tasks nine times today without (I hope) missing a beat.
  • I am grateful to the guy in the parking lot who made my day. Laughter is good. Always. And listening is pretty high up there, too.
  • And I am always grateful to my baby brothers for–well, pretty much everything they do.