6 Jan 2014
I used to run. Some days my body and mind clicked together like a perfect puzzle and I ran without concentration or determination; a natural fluidity. On others, when my legs heaved through cement and my lungs burned for sweet relief I would focus on fence posts as I passed them. With the rhythm of each pounding step I would pant, "to the next post, to the next post" until my body crossed the illusionary finish line. And then to the next one, and the next one until my weary body made it home. Ever motivated by small challenges I devoured the sense of achievement and the breaking down of one sometimes overwhelming task made it all the more manageable.
After the whirl of Christmas and all its presenty, chocolaty ways and the packing up of a completed year, I feel I have temporarily lost my day to day "fence posts". Kindy days, swimming lessons, fruit and vegetable box deliveries and the like all played their part in laying out a week and keeping it hemmed in and somewhat orderly. But with these activities having ceased for a time I have found myself wandering aimlessly and at times without grace from daily task to task. My week has burst at the seams and as I survey it's jumbled contents I often question what day it is.
For now I am surrendering to the languid ways of this time of year but as the fervour of seasonal celebrations and new year preparations subsides I look forward to uncovering this year's fence posts. Those tangible events in a week that provide rhythm and momentum to my steps. Points in time to work towards or lull about after. I am anticipating more time in the kitchen and the garden and hope to carve out little moments to nourish my creative self. And with my baby girl starting school this year I will be endeavouring to make time for creating together. Tell me, what are your "fence posts" and do you flounder a little without them?